Idealism and poverty, the joys of youth in Paris set to Puccini.
Love and laughter on the rooftops and avenues. Melodic melancholy
Sunrise in a duck blind
Ice on the decoys, high Vs against a magenta sky. Lured by the
feeding call a green-headed blur cups his wings and splashes in.
Too pretty to shoot.
A bream bed
Sculling along the banks seeking fecund smell of fertile roe.
Impaling crickets and filling the stringer. Crisco bubbling in
an iron pot.
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