In my previous post I shared some of my better attempts at capturing Southern California’s most precious little flyers, here is a somewhat more realistic representation of shots along the path to that collection. Aka, why am I even bothering to shoot tiny flying bullets that have absolutely no intention of holding still for a nice picture??
In the first category – Catch me if you can…
Or how about… Am I going too fast for you?
The most bitter experience: when everything else is right, but the autofocus fails you (weird, how it prefers to focus on unmoving objects rather than fluttering hummingbird wings, right??)
And then there are the times when they are clearly just messing with me…
Is she still looking? 
I’m a date, no bird here. 
Camera girl is mighty sus.
… or you get photobombed in the most spectacular way by your own potted plants and balcony furniture.
Irina Ritsch 