Once every Fall, we go see the ducks. Back when we lived in Montreal, we’d go to Lafontaine park. Now, we go to The Brook. It’s just a neighborhood near ours but they have – can you guess? – a brook! With ducks that spend the whole year there. They don’t fly south anymore. We bring just a little bit of bread for the ducks and I bring my camera.
I like the colors at this time of year. The brighter leaves have fallen and there’s a grayness everywhere. There is green, orange, brown, and yellow to be seen but everything is muted.
I had an art teacher who noticed I used these kinds of very subtle contrasts a lot. There’s a hidden richness in the colors. You have to look closely.
But then, there are these unexpected little pops of color. Teeny tiny berries…
Like little treasures that you have to seek out…
I loved collecting these when I was a child. Then I would combine them with leaves and twigs. Just for the sake of pretty.
But I said we went to see the ducks…
The girls loved it. Souricette 1 trying to make sure all the ducks were fed, souricette 2 trying to eat the stale bread that we brought for the ducks…
Watching the ducks swimming to the crumbs, I noticed the patterns of ripples they created.
I think I could have taken pictures of textured water all day long.
Those curls, another texture that absolutely kills me…
Creative mommy at home to two wonderful little girls, trying to juggle family, sewing, exercise, family, knitting, photography, and did I mention family?
Deux souriceaux 
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