The ducks are of two minds. I’m a bother, but I am something to yell at. Some jump to the ice. At dusk, the ducks might as well be ice. Winter pastels fade into brilliant blues and reds that spread from the horizon across the pond, the field, the day.
“Those ducks . . . they don’t know what ice is,” a jogger calls to me from up on the trail.
I don’t know how to answer. “Ducks?” I say.
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Slide #3 has very calming colours.
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Like a painting👍
I think this is my favorite (so far)!
I Love your pics and your story.
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Good to see someone else out here who uses artisitic techniques.
Thanks for coming to my blog. I love your site. Thanks for sharing such beautiful scenes and thoughts.
oooh love the photo
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such a lovely dreamy atmosphere!
There are no words to describe how beautiful this gallery is. Blue is such a difficult colour to capture, but you’ve made it do things I never thought it could. Thank you.
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Amazing capture of a winter environment, minus the obligatory snow! Nice work, buddy! 🙂 Much love and naked hugs!
Thanks! Still waiting for some good snow….
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