Thursday, March 16, 2006
My favorite pictures are often the ones that I did not originally plan to take.
Hovering over the edge of a small bridge near my parents' house this past weekend, I was doing my best to avoid looking like a potential jumper to anyone who drove by. I tried to keep the camera visible so that folks wouldn't run out of their cars and tackle me from the knees in their attempts to "save" me.
I had noticed some neat patterns in the ice when we drove by earlier in the morning. It seemed as if the water had frozen almost instantly, solidifying the waves in a semi-permanent image that I won't soon forget.
In the middle of composing what I thought was a relatively static image, I noticed some movement in the viewfinder. This colorful little fellow had wandered out from under the bridge. I thought how cold he/she must be from walking on the ice in the middle of a tributary on a cold, late-winter's day. I know it's just a duck, but at that moment I wished I could have thrown down a blanket so that the little bird could be warmer.
But I had no blanket. And I doubt the duck would have appreciated the gesture. So I took this picture instead.