My first confirmation that the recently un-casted left hand was going to present challenges for the Washington trip was when I pulled up to the ticket machine at long-term parking in Greensboro. Try as I might, I could not muster enough pinch strength to pull the ticket with my left thumb and index finger. Sheesh.
The other greatest challenge (and pain) came when I tried to make camera adjustments that are usually–and automatically–done with the thumb, or the camera is supported by a firm left-hand grip for the right hand to do its work. This eagle shot was thus a challenge, taking the camera off auto-focus, tweaking slightly with the advance of every few paces. I just knew he would flush from his perch atop the seawall at any moment, so started shooting from a tenth of a mile away.
This shot was taken with the longest glass I carry–at 200mm. He sat so patiently I began to think he had been trained for the job as tourist bait. From the top of the seawall (the climbing of which had me lose balance and catch myself with my left hand. Ouch.) there were another half dozen tourist-eagles perched in trees on on the seastacks.
This was the only solo foray I made with the camera. It was exhilarating and memorable, and I’ll post another shot or two from Quileute / LaPush.