When I came home with these Mallard pictures back in June, I thought they were all going to end up being deleted. They were super dark and pretty noisy.
But after discarding 90% of the shots I’d taken, I realized that I actually had a few decent ones. And while they’re not magazine-worthy by any means, I decided to keep them.
And I just feel like they’re giving magical-stream-deep-in-the-woods.
Or they were, right up until that disrespectful fisherman scared off my ducks
