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Nearly all our disasters come of a few fools having the 'courage of their convictions.'


My moles in the ornithological world report to me that this little dickie bird specimen is Egretta novaehollandiae, better known as a White-faced Heron. I got a couple of snaps of this baby down in Cornelian Bay the other day, but couldn't decide if I liked it better in black and white or colour.

I thought that I'd post both, and let YOU be the judge.

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smudgeon said…
The second one is definitely the better composition. And betterer all round.

I vote for two.
30 December 2009 at 10:44
yamini said…
Black and White is better than the coloured one.

By the way, I watched "Valkyrie", the movie, yesterday night and after reading your post's title this morning, I couldn't help but relate at one such fool (Hitler) to it.

Tom Cruise, though, came across as very ordinary in his role.
30 December 2009 at 15:18
Ténèbres à la lumière... said…
Hi! Kris,
I think that both photographs are...beautiful, but if I had to choose between the two...the Black and White photograph would probably win "hands" down.

I agree...great composition in the B&W photograph too!
(I most definitely, like the ripple effects in the water too!)

Thanks,
DeeDee ;-D
30 December 2009 at 15:40
Hallam said…
2nd shot is better but I prefer colour for this shot.
30 December 2009 at 17:51
kylie said…
i like the colour
30 December 2009 at 20:40
Lorenzo — Alchemist's Pillow said…
Both are quite striking, and you did well to post thw two together, but I will also go with the B&W, for the closeup and richer details. Nice work!
30 December 2009 at 20:42
Roddy said…
Black and white, because it is closer.
Nice dark silhouette against the blue water though.
You're on a winner.
31 December 2009 at 19:59
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all, it looks like the B & W is the clear winner. I like elements of both, and am wavering myself.
1 January 2010 at 17:43
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