The other day Mother Duck came walking through camp with nine little 'uns in tow. A photographic moment? Perhaps, seeing as I had the 70-200 still attached, it would be relatively easy, but did I feel like it?
I rather like the position of being able to choose whether to create art/capture the moment in time or just enjoy the show with no permanent record to paste around the web. It is a luxury. However...
I rather like the position of being able to choose whether to create art/capture the moment in time or just enjoy the show with no permanent record to paste around the web. It is a luxury. However...
This moment, once gone, most likely will never look the same again. Life is a constant flux. An ever changing, insidious march towards the end.
This time, I went outside and captured Mother Duck's babies, here are three, "Huey, Dewey and Louie". The other six had already jumped. I wonder how many she has left.
This time, I went outside and captured Mother Duck's babies, here are three, "Huey, Dewey and Louie". The other six had already jumped. I wonder how many she has left.
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