Welcome!
On The Wing Photography contains posts with my photos plus the authentic stories behind my images.
I am an Oklahoma based female photographer and nature writer who travels often to find birds and wildlife.
Wander with me on my photographic journeys via my posts and feel free to look through my photo galleries.
Life is good!
Mia
Welcome!
On The Wing Photography contains posts with my photos plus the authentic stories behind my images. Additionally, you can visit my extensive photo galleries which contain more than 14,000 images of birds, wildlife, flowers, and trees along with photos of the incredible landscapes I visit.
My dream for my site was to be unique and my real life experiences in the field certainly are. For ten years, from May 2, 2015 to May 2, 2025, I never missed a single day of sharing posts.
I am an Oklahoma based female photographer and nature writer who travels often to find birds and wildlife.
Wander with me on my photographic journeys via my posts and feel free to look through my photo galleries.
Life is good!
Mia
The Stories Behind My Images
Immature And Adult Male Belted Kingfisher Images
Three days ago I was delighted to have both an immature and an adult male Belted Kingfisher in my viewfinder as I sat next to a creek in the mountains.
Surprise Pine Siskin
Yesterday morning I was high in the Wasatch Mountains photographing bees on a Musk Thistle when a Pine Siskin landed on the flower.
One Spotted Sandpiper That Is No More
I watched as the mink dashed across the shallow creek with the sandpiper in its jaws, climbed over a log, and out of my sight. That Spotted Sandpiper is no more.
The Stories Behind My Images
Immature And Adult Male Belted Kingfisher Images
Three days ago I was delighted to have both an immature and an adult male Belted Kingfisher in my viewfinder as I sat next to a creek in the mountains.
Surprise Pine Siskin
Yesterday morning I was high in the Wasatch Mountains photographing bees on a Musk Thistle when a Pine Siskin landed on the flower.
One Spotted Sandpiper That Is No More
I watched as the mink dashed across the shallow creek with the sandpiper in its jaws, climbed over a log, and out of my sight. That Spotted Sandpiper is no more.