Wildlife Photography Quotes

Watching is like nature photography: You don’t interfere with the wildlife.

Travel , photography and wilderness are my addictions.... And I'm happy with that...

I've often thought about how all these different life forms occupy the same space as me during a given moment and how easy it can be to get so wrapped up in your own world you forget you're part of something larger and marvelous.

There's no more important mission, because it's folly to think that we can doom wildlife to oblivion and believe humans will be just fine. That's a world I hope to never lay eyes upon.

I watched him as he lined up the ships in bottles on his deck, bringing them over from the shelves where they usually sat. He used an old shirt of my mother's that had been ripped into rags and began dusting the shelves. Under his desk there were empty bottles- rows and rows of them we had collected for our future shipbuilding. In the closet were more ships- the ships he had built with his own father, ships he had built alone, and then those we had made together. Some were perfect, but their sails browned; some had sagged or toppled over the years. Then there was the one that had burst into flames in the week before my death. He smashed that one first. My heart seized up. He turned and saw all the others, all the years they marked and the hands that had held them. His dead father's, his dead child's. I watched his as he smashed the rest. He christened the walls and wooden chair with the news of my death, and afterward he stood in the guest room/den surrounded by green glass. The bottle, all of them, lay broken on the floor, the sails and boat bodies strewn among them. He stood in the wreckage. It was then that, without knowing how, I revealed myself. In every piece of glass, in every shard and sliver, I cast my face. My father glanced down and around him, his eyes roving across the room. Wild. It was just for a second, and then I was gone. He was quiet for a moment, and then he laughed- a howl coming up from the bottom of his stomach. He laughed so loud and deep, I shook with it in my heaven. He left the room and went down two doors to my beadroom. The hallway was tiny, my door like all the others, hollow enough to easily punch a fist through. He was about to smash the mirror over my dresser, rip the wallpaper down with his nails, but instead he fell against my bed, sobbing, and balled the lavender sheets up in his hands. 'Daddy?' Buckley said. My brother held the doorknob with his hand. My father turned but was unable to stop his tears. He slid to the floor with his fists, and then he opened up his arms. He had to ask my brother twice, which he had never to do do before, but Buckley came to him. My father wrapped my brother inside the sheets that smelled of me. He remembered the day I'd begged him to paint and paper my room purple. Remembered moving in the old National Geographics to the bottom shelves of my bookcases. (I had wanted to steep myself in wildlife photography.) Remembered when there was just one child in the house for the briefest of time until Lindsey arrived. 'You are so special to me, little man,' my father said, clinging to him. Buckley drew back and stared at my father's creased face, the fine bright spots of tears at the corners of his eyes. He nodded seriously and kissed my father's cheek. Something so divine that no one up in heaven could have made it up; the care a child took with an adult. 'Hold still,' my father would say, while I held the ship in the bottle and he burned away the strings he'd raised the mast with and set the clipper ship free on its blue putty sea. And I would wait for him, recognizing the tension of that moment when the world in the bottle depended, solely, on me.

What you will see are things that caught my eye and made me stop in my tracks to take a closer look.

Photographers are history makers, Every picture is a moment which gone forever and can't re shoot.

Remember that even just watching animals has an impact. Intrusion into their living space can expose them to predation, keep them from feeding or other essential activities, or cause them to leave their young exposed to predation or the elements. No photo or viewing opportunity is worth harassing or stressing wildlife. In appreciating and watching them, we have a responsibility to protect and preserve the animals that share our state.

Watching is like nature photography: You don't interfere with the wildlife.

Only a Photographer can stop the time. Just by one click.

I could dial directory assistance, call the house, warn her. I won’t. Watching is like nature photography: You don’t interfere with the wildlife.

For me, Every day is Photography Day

I suppose you could say these images present a glimpse of the world around me during the last 5 years as well as moments in time for the creatures and nature sharing the same space as me.

1.Ghost hunting 2.Target practice: rifles and handguns 3.Rock collecting 4.Photography-south Carolina wildlife 5.Soap making 6.Fencing 7.Belly dancing 8.Tie dying 9.Dog agility course training 10.Crawdad racing 11.Bull riding 12.Worm collecting

Fine arts are are considered as seven sisters named as, Music, Sculpture, Literature , Drama, Architecture & Cinema. However in this digital age , another fine art is to be considered.To-day all seven fine art forms depend on photography for promotion, communication, documentation and survival. Photography should be called the eighth Fine Art.

With one click, you are mine.

Life is a photo album. Loaded with some black and white memories, some colorful dreams, some abstract expressionism and some out of focus images.

Life is a photo album half black and white half color.

The photographer can't create a picture, he only can compose.

The art of photography is all about capturing emotions not events.

In wildlife photography, Journey is more imp than photograph. Because everyone will see photo, But only you know the journey and struggle behind that...!!

When I go into the forest, I don’t go there expecting to see any animal. I go there just to enjoy the wilderness. Any picture I get is a bonus.

Photography is the eighth fine art.

I am not the best, I am not one of the best, but every time I will do my best.

You don't need beautiful weather to enjoy the nature. You only need a beautiful heart.

A beautiful photograph is a poem.

Wildlife photography is more than just taking pictures. It is about connecting with nature and understanding the beauty of the natural world.

I believe that photography can be a powerful tool for raising awareness about the importance of conservation. I want my photographs to help people understand the threats facing wildlife and ecosystems.

I am always learning and growing as a photographer. I am always looking for new ways to improve my skills and capture even more beautiful images.

My best photo will be the last one, that I want to take.

Only a Photographer can stop time. Just by one click.

Painting is the mother of Photography

I don't need a day to celebrate as world photography day. As a photographer for me every day is photography day.

If the same visual seen differently by different persons they will be photographers.

The beauty of Photography is not in what you see, its art lies in your dreams.

If you really want to become a better photographer don't save other photographers good photographs to your computer, Save it to your heart , then you can take better picture than that picture in similar situations.

photography's beauty is to find beauty even in ugly situations.

This man, who in his lifetime was unquestionably the ‘biggest name in India’s wildlife photography’, had more or less to manufacture a camera himself.