wild goose chase

Well, not really a goose chase… more like a Mallard duck chase. Or we could generalize it to wild picture chase, because in the end, that’s what it all boils down to.

This is “Harry” and “Hilda.”

More likely, they are neighboring duplicates of “the” Harry and Hilda who frequent our pond, but my little sister doesn’t know that.

Ducks are really, really hard to take pictures of. Maybe not as bad as snipes or Virginia rails, but still… there is nothing more infuriating than creeping down to get a closeup shot, only to have them either swim away with arrogant grace (and they can swim so fast!) or explode from the water into panicked flight, never to be heard from again.


They also enjoy hiding their faces from the camera entirely. Sigh.



After failing to keep the ducks on the pond, I did some “fine art” type of photography in the barn. Not much there to be considered fine art, but I thought these shots of an old, idle halter turned out kinda cool.


It won’t be idle for too long, though, if spring comes as early as I hope it does. (Don’t tell Drem I said that!)