Sometimes I capture reflections on the water. When the light is just right and the ducks move the water into ripples.


Honestly, can I tell them apart? No, but it doesn't matter. I enjoy watching them do what ducks do. Move across the water, find a snack to eat, groom themselves, just be.


I'm not sure what he's after under his wing. But the water is clear and I can see one of his webbed feet.

Sometimes the reflections remind me of impressionist paintings. The colors and the abstract shapes.
Her feathers are soft and wonderful. I didn't want to get any closer, she seemed rather comfortable.
Now this big guy has a stripe on his face like a Nike running shoe.
Okay, I brought some stale bread with me and she is in a big hurry to get her share!
I wasn't the only one in the park with a camera. And a lot of people shared their lunch with these guys.
Okay, I think she is my favorite one. Today, anyway.
The contrasts are wonderful. Why is the water so dark blue?
I love this fat white duck. He's funny. He's serious.
Was that a lot of pictures of ducks? It's only a fraction of the ones I kept. I know I'll take more.
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