Pramod Duttargi's Photography

Pramod Duttargi's Photography Connecting with nature and sharing the experience through creative expression. I am a Engineer and a photographer based in Seattle.

When you're excited for your weekend plans!
05/10/2025

When you're excited for your weekend plans!

"Fly away into the weekend... spread my wings and fly away," said the little gosling, standing on the edge of the pond w...
05/10/2025

"Fly away into the weekend... spread my wings and fly away," said the little gosling, standing on the edge of the pond with wide eyes and wobbly legs, dreaming big in a body still too small for the sky.

It’s a sweet, hopeful image—like nature’s version of a weekend escape plan. There's something poetic about a tiny creature with oversized dreams, reminding us that even if we can't soar yet, the desire to rise is the first step.

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Seeing a fox kit for the first time was an emotional and unforgettable experience. There’s a raw innocence in their wide...
05/04/2025

Seeing a fox kit for the first time was an emotional and unforgettable experience. There’s a raw innocence in their wide eyes and clumsy movements that instantly commands your full attention. My first instinct wasn’t even to lift the camera—it was to simply watch, soaking in a rare, fleeting moment of wild beauty.

You see me? .. I don't see you.. Do you ;)Playing hide and seek. Oh yeah, she is relaxed fluffy, her feathers slightly r...
05/03/2025

You see me? .. I don't see you.. Do you ;)

Playing hide and seek. Oh yeah, she is relaxed fluffy, her feathers slightly ruffled, and may engage in preening or stretching.

Feels like entering a living canvas, where nature's palette unfolds in every direction. The early morning light bathes t...
05/03/2025

Feels like entering a living canvas, where nature's palette unfolds in every direction. The early morning light bathes the fields in a soft, golden hue, casting long shadows that dance among the rows of vibrant tulips. Each bloom, kissed with dew, reflects the delicate interplay of light and color, offering endless opportunities for intimate close-ups and sweeping landscapes. farewell until next year!

Found her by accident — tucked into the hollow of an old oak, just barely visible through the branches. baby owl, all f...
04/21/2025

Found her by accident — tucked into the hollow of an old oak, just barely visible through the branches. baby owl, all fluff and wide eyes, blinking like they were still figuring out how the world works. Heads too big for their bodies, expressions somewhere between curious and suspicious.

They didn’t make a sound. Just stared. One tilted its head almost upside down when it noticed the click of the shutter — that classic owl move, like it's trying to read your soul

They don’t glide in — they fall.Pelicans dive like cannons, bodies tight, beaks pointed, wings tucked just enough to sli...
04/20/2025

They don’t glide in — they fall.

Pelicans dive like cannons, bodies tight, beaks pointed, wings tucked just enough to slice through the air. From high above, they lock onto a flicker beneath the surface — then they drop. No hesitation, no curve in the path — just raw gravity and precision.

The impact hits hard. You hear the splash before you even refocus your lens. Water erupts. A split-second later, the bird resurfaces, pouch stretched wide, fish thrashing inside like silver confetti.

It’s chaos framed in symmetry. Violence and grace. And somehow, every time, they come up looking calm — like they didn’t just punch through the ocean to sn**ch dinner mid-fall.

I’ve filled memory cards trying to catch that moment — the drop, the strike, the rise. You blink and it’s over.

Just when the sun’s no longer visible but still painting the peaks. The mountains don’t just reflect light — they hold i...
04/19/2025

Just when the sun’s no longer visible but still painting the peaks. The mountains don’t just reflect light — they hold it, like they’ve stored fire in their bones all day and are finally letting it show.

It’s not orange or pink — it’s something in between. A soft, diffuse radiance that doesn’t light the landscape so much as blush it. You see it, and for a second, everything else goes quiet — even the wind seems to pause.

I framed the shot wide — jagged ridges catching that final glow, sky deepening behind them. No edits needed. That kind of light doesn’t need help.

Miss it by five minutes, and it’s gone. Get it right, and it feels like the mountains gave you a secret.

Shoots push through the soil like slow-motion fireworks. Trees get that first wash of green — not full leaves yet, just ...
04/19/2025

Shoots push through the soil like slow-motion fireworks. Trees get that first wash of green — not full leaves yet, just hints, like watercolor on bare branches. Birds come back louder, bolder. You don’t even have to look for them — they find your lens.

The light was perfect — soft, late evening just enough to backlight the petals without washing them out. The tulips wer...
04/19/2025

The light was perfect — soft, late evening just enough to backlight the petals without washing them out. The tulips were in full bloom, standing tall with that subtle elegance they have, like they know they’re the showstoppers of spring..

The pelican circled low over the water, gliding with that lazy confidence they have when they know something’s just belo...
04/15/2025

The pelican circled low over the water, gliding with that lazy confidence they have when they know something’s just below the surface. Then—sudden and sharp—it tucked its wings and dropped like a stone.

There was a splash, a burst of spray, and then silence. For a few seconds, all I could see was the ripple. Then it surfaced, beak wide, pouch distended like a water balloon straining at the seams. Inside—still wriggling—I guess a whole school of fish, silver flashes twisting in panic.
One quick gulp, and the fish were gone. It adjusted its wings, gave a short satisfied shake, and floated on—calm as ever, like it hadn’t just cleared out an entire buffet in ten seconds flat.

I caught it mid-action: wings half-closed, beak full, droplets flying. One of those lucky frames where chaos meets calm in a single shot.

Avocets use their beaks to forage for small crustaceans and insects, sweeping their head side to side, keeping their upt...
04/14/2025

Avocets use their beaks to forage for small crustaceans and insects, sweeping their head side to side, keeping their upturned bill only just submerged in shallow waters. They find their food by touch and often feed in unison with their flock.

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