The first one was the duck town hall meeting. There were at least a hundred ducks together, near the shoreline, facing out into the river where three or four in a row were facing the shore. Then as I watched, some ducks in the large body turned to face the shoreline, only some turned like voting. Then about 10 minutes later they adjourned and dispersed. It was amazing and made me chuckle out loud.
The second photo I didn't take was of the woman hiding on the sunny side of the porta-pot. As I walked out, I was moving towards the rising sun and as I passed the porta-pot out of the corner of my eye, I realized there was something, someone there. She had light brown hair, was wearing short shorts, and sitting nestled in the corner created by the pot backing up against the railing, with a suitcase in front of her and a big gulp cup by her side. After passing her four times, I came back and asked if she was okay. She said she was and asked why I thought otherwise. I told her I was just checking. But I thought it was a really odd place to be, to sit, to wait. It was strange, definitely not usual or normal.
I did get some good pictures today, more natural lines. And this one, of a grandmom and her grandchildren feeding bread to ducks in the Choptank River off Long Wharf because the seagulls were MIA. They were so cute.
Feeding the ducks, 'cause the gulls won't show |
Okay, for elimination ... what goes today? I guess I will search the closets -- some clothing item(s).
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