|Man in the Wood|
The silence was deafening, I longed to submerse myself in the mindless din of television. Unplugged, television escapism was not an option. So I grabbed my camera and headed out the door.
A deafening chorus of peepers greeted me, an auditory map to pockets of temporary ponds created by the snow runoff.
Overhead, a mallard duck descended with wings out stretched. His landing gear, splayed webbed feet, were in position to skim the pond. Suddenly, he switched gears and ascended, protesting loudly as he was lifted high above the treetops (must have spotted me).
Caught up in watching, I missed an opportunity to capture the moment. But I did manage to capture this handsome feller instead.