Each of the last three days, as we approach the solstice, the river has seemed darker. Cloud thickness, not the Earth's tilt led to this. Otherwise, I think these have been the most uniform pictures since I began this blog two months ago.
As I left the bridge, breaking the monotony, a loan duck appeared, swimming upstream. With a crested head, white breast and pointy beak, it paddled toward the bridge. It kept shaking its head and pecking at parts of its body. A personal cleanliness routine?
It seemed striking to see the duck all alone on the river.
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