A cold bright day at
the cove. The ducks look on as
the water erupts.
Heads, necks, wings, water
all one furious blur. The
geese will kill for space—
it’s all quite human.
I leave them to the ducks en-
joying the warm spell.
A cold bright day at
the cove. The ducks look on as
the water erupts.
Heads, necks, wings, water
all one furious blur. The
geese will kill for space—
it’s all quite human.
I leave them to the ducks en-
joying the warm spell.