Fragments of Memories

Being strong

Last week I took another walk to look at the ducksies and of course ended up photographing many of them. (For those of you wondering, nope, I don't have any thing about ducks, they just happen to be there to be photographed. I'd like to photograph dogs or cats or even people, but doing so requires permission from the subject or from the owner of the subject and that tends to spoil situational photographs.)

One of them had a broken wing which it kept semi-open. To my surprise, the little duck didn't seem to be the least bit bothered by that. It seemed to be living a fully functional life and swam and ate just like the rest of them. I don't think foxes live in the area, but if they do the duck should be rather safe in the water and when it sleeps it is probably not a much more tempting target than the other ducks.

I was impressed by that strong disabled (what an ill-fitting word!) duck and shot many photos of it. Unfortunately the most successful photo looks too gloomy to do its spirit proper justice.

00:00 - /Sense of Wonder