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.

Comments

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

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

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