Which would probably make more sense if there were actually ducks in this picture, but alas there are not. There were a couple of ducks, but they were a bit down the way and not actually near the goose. And, I’m not going to lie…I was being a bit lazy as I was getting bored with that area. The zone was not cooperating and it had taken me a bit to get her away from that section the way it was. We were right on the edge of the water, so I’m sure that there was something dead that she wanted to roll in. Not that she would ever do such a thing. 🙂
Anyway, in short…I did not shoot the ducks. They were out numbered by the geese anyway.
As for the picture…it was a beautiful day. The sun was bright and the wind was light. perfect spring day. I didn’t have to do a lot to this picture. Took it with my new camera. Love that thing. Hope you like the picture.
There it sat, long since it had seen the water. The only roughage it saw now was the weeds growing around it. His paint was chipping, his color fading, and his wood decaying. The only thing still in tact without question, the rope that once kept the old boat from floating off. His trusty, reliable rope. Much like he had become, nothing more than decor. Sitting upon its place, staring upon the sky.
The time had taken its toll. There was nothing left for him to do. Once gone every weekend, taking on the waves….his place..nothing more than fixture. Sitting there in his place amongst the new. A symbol of how change had come. What was versus what is.
A Forgotten wreckage. One always seen. A part of the scenery. His bottom long apart of the dirt. his bow and staring at the water he once ruled. Now nothing more than an old boat amongst the grass.
All these little metal butterflies, sitting in a garden. A dying garden. One that needs attended. Did he get attacked or did he fall? Is he just trying to escape? I’ve seen the garden and it is probably the latter. Poor guy. I put him back in his place.