We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Some years back, a bunch of the family had gotten together for a wedding near Cleveland and at some point my niece and her husband from Georgia, having never been Up North, decided to go for a drive and see some scenery. Later that evening, they called and said their drive might take longer than they thought - seemed they had seen the water and thought a leisurely afternoon drive around the lake sounded like a good idea. They seriously had no idea the Great Lakes are essentially an inland ocean, a lot bigger and a lot more dangerous than your average fishing lake. "We knew the lake was big, but this is ridiculous" I think was how they put it.
Aaaaaaah! Thank you modern technology. While there is some merit in standing in freezing water to get such photographs, the bulk of the credit should go to those who developed the technology to enable such photos.
Bet this guy took at least 10,000 (if not 20,000) images from which he selected, what? 100 of the the most dramatic for display. And, no, his trigger finger did not react that many times in his pursuit, his camera did.
Even in olden days of the single click per frame SLR camera, professional photogs took hundreds and thousands of pix to render the few dozen on display in magazines like Nat Geo and Life.
The photogs' talent lies in the persistence necessary to capture those many images and then review those multitudes of images. An eye for choosing the one among many which captured what he was after, is almost secondary.