35mm | ss 1/75 | f 7.1 | iso 160 |

Riding past on my way to somewhere else, I snatched a glimpse of these two ducks in a storm water drain totally oblivious to their imminent attack by a frenzied Tasmanian devil.

I rode on for a little bit. And I thought to myself, yes…most things that we fear in life are nothing more than paintings.

So I peddled back, and they were all still there and the ducks were like wagging their little tails and happily cluck-clacking their spoon-bills through the water like I do with the kitchen tongs.
I took this pic.

I would have liked to have gotten closer and taken the picture at ground level looking up at these happy ducks with the devil in the background above them. That would have been more dramatic.

These two, however, give not a flying duck for my belly-flop drama-seeking behaviours.