My sweet Sis Clytie and I were walking the grounds of the abandoned mega church. We were heading back toward home, when we spied this duck peacefully floating in a mud puddle in the old parking lot.
She didn't seem to be the least bit afraid, serenely watching us as we clicked pictures of her through the grasses.
As of one mind, Clytie and I slowly moved closer. The duck still didn't seem afraid, but stood up in the puddle so her brightly orange feet could be seen. She stood very still--the waters reflected her perfectly. I was especially intrigued by the bright blue in her feathers. Then she flew away. What a perfect end to our day's adventure! I can hardly wait to see Sissy's pictures! We often take photos of the same things, but from different perspectives! You can find more wonderful reflective photos at Weekend Reflections.
