Duck with Rings
Rain drops, preening ducks, nearby shotgun pellets during hunting season… they all create rings in a body of water. Rings in a body of water are always a good thing because they are invariably simple and perfect. I suppose the rings from those shotgun pellets weren’t all that great to witness, but the rest of them are always pretty cool.
When this picture did very well in a local photo contest, the curator of the gallery came up to me and asked for the story.
“I just love to hear the stories about how these photographs here were made;
what’s the story with this one?”
Sure, I wanted to explain how I hiked several miles in total darkness with a broken ankle in hostile territory, or that I had to lean out of my private helicopter with a Deathstalker Scorpion hanging from my forearm by its stinger to get the picture, or that this was the only known female mallard in the whole tri-State area and that I had finally found her.
But no. I walked across the foot bridge at the local park, saw the duck, aimed my camera, and took it’s picture. Sometimes it’s just easy.