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Weekly Photo Challenge – Growth
MB took his awesome ‘8 Ducks A-Swimming’ photo one early misty morning back in HX-land over the Christmas holiday.
And what has the shot got to do with this week’s challenge MB? ie – Growth.
Well, not a lot lads to tell you all the truth. It features eight ducks a-swimming, and one can see some rushes protruding through the lake surface, growing, as it were. And remember, Spring will soon be here, when the mammy and daddy ducks will produce cuddly little baby ducks who will all grow up and continue the cycle of duck life, ad infinitum, unless Trump presses his ‘my button is bigger than your button’ button. Then the ‘ad infinitum’ thingy will be no more. And anyway lads, we shouldn’t always be bound by rules!
It’s far too early in the year to be turning the Photo Challenge into some sort of political statement MB, don’t you think?
Ok, ok lads. Let’s leave sleeping ducks lie for the moment, and just let’s concentrate our brains on the truly awesome nature of the photo.
Agree MB, it’s truly a wonderous shot. Truly ‘awesome’, to use your own phraseology, which should please you no end!
It does. Thank lads. You are an awesome bunch of followers!
Happy 2018 to one and all.
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OOOH, I hate that comment by TH!!! Lord love a duck as they say :-). Wonderful, atmospheric photo
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Thanks Tina. Fear not TH. His bark (or his quack) is worst that his bite!
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Try not to worry too much about that “bigger than your button button,” MB. In times like these it’s good to emulate the ducks’ simple ways. Which reminds me of one of my favorite poems, “The Peace of Wild Things,” by Wendell Berry:
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Or as one of my favorite lads paraphrased it so well, “let’s concentrate our brains on the truly awesome nature of the photo.” Indeed!
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Thanks for comment H. Nice poem and I will read it many times I am sure.
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Where is a shotgun when you need it
Duck soup and roast duck – lovely
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