a duck day part ii

well here are heather's duck day photos. the real ones.  these are totally real.  don't think that they are not real because they are real.  so real.  

anyways this is heather on her duck day. she's cute.  i asked for a map even though we didn't need one and then i handed it straight to heather.  haha.  she's holding it here.  she also took off her bag so as not to accentuate her...ahem...curves.  so basically this photo and the next ones are because we liked the hollow that trees created in the distance. also heather is the kind of person who fusses about the likelihood that it will be too hot, then arrives at your house and asks for a long sleeved hoodie in case it is too cold. i am the kind of person that stubbornly wears as little clothing as possible in all weather.  somehow we are friends.

l'hollow! blurred in the background.  so enticing!

the next two photos are a study of light and chestnut tree leaves.

bird blind beauties.  did we see any birds? no.  did we gaze out transfixed at the silent vast marshland transfixed? yes.  did we take multiple beauty shots, also yes.



heather is beautiful.  i love these shots.



should i hire heather as my personal photographer? 



no chickadees landed on her hand but...
the ducks rolled in like bowling balls.
vast marshes, i spoke of. beyond them is the salish sea.



ducks doing duck things.

duck bum!




we climbed the tower. i was scared. saw the beautiful view...and came down, and i was scared again.  metal mesh stairs are freaky ok. "don't look down," i said to myself. "i have to look down because of foot!" i agrued back to myself grumpily. i held on to both of the railings.  mine.  my railing.                    
a wood duck who thought she was a mallard.  you are a wood duck, we told her.  she didn't seem receptive.
and finally, heather feeding the ducks the last of the seeds, making sure they all had their fair share and that no duck in-fighting occurred on her watch.                        
this is a duck day.  this is 49. 

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