There were reports of a snowy owl at Jones Beach on the south shore of Long Island. I went into the cold and wind, expecting to get nothing because all prior expeditions have been fruitless. The fates (or maybe just this one owl) took pity on me. The bird was sitting along the dunes on the edge of the beach, posing. I’m almost ashamed to admit this, but after an hour I went home, even though I would have loved a flight shot, because he or she seemed quite content to stay in the vicinity of the dunes all day.
"Art is a lie that tells us the truth" - Pablo Picasso
"The difference between content, or experience, and achieved content, or art, is technique." - Mark Schorer
"Luck favors the prepared" - Louis Pasteur