Sony
FE 135mm f/1.8 GM
Photographs on this site made with the FE 135mm f/1.8 GM.
Bodies used here
Cameras paired with this lens in the collection.
Field notes
Field notes with this glass
Gold on Churning Waters
A fierce, wind-driven tempest transforms the deep waters of a highland loch into a chaotic landscape of moving liquid ridges. Sweeping down from the surrounding peaks, sudden gales whip the dark surface into sharp, undulating peaks that fracture into delicate crowns of white sea foam. As the late afternoon sun dips beneath a heavy blanket of autumn storm clouds, a brilliant beam of golden light catches the cresting swells at a raking angle, turning the translucent water into liquid amber and casting a dramatic, high-contrast glow over a scene of raw, elemental friction.
How to capture
To capture the physical mass and luminous texture of wind-whipped water from a National Geographic perspective, a photographer should shoot from a very low angle close to the water’s edge using a fast telephoto lens. A focal length such as 135mm or 200mm helps isolate a specific cluster of waves, compressing the distant mountain shoreline to frame the composition while throwing the background into a soft blur. Selecting a fast shutter speed of at least 1/1600s is critical to freezing the individual droplets of airborne spray, while slightly underexposing the frame preserves the intense highlight details within the sunlit crests.
Grace by the Falls
Bathed in a stroke of warm, late-afternoon sunlight, a white-tailed deer stands frozen in elegant vigilance upon a moss-choked sandstone ledge. Her sleek, tawny coat glows against the deep shadows of the recessed gorge, every muscle taut as her large ears twist to catch the subtle acoustic shifts of the canyon. Behind her, the timeless rush of a woodland waterfall cascades over sculpted rock shelves, dissolving into a silken pool of emerald water that softens into a painterly, long-exposure blur. This striking composition captures a rare moment of serene harmony within the Appalachian foothills—a fleeting, golden intersection where Ohio's most graceful herbivore pauses amid the ancient, damp architecture of stone and water.