Amateur
What seems simple rarely is
Take for example the pond in the preserve
It’s a layer of algae
a mirror of sorts reflecting nothing
Thick and reptilian
surrounded by ancient autumn grass
I stand on a plank of walkway
cutting its soft corner
A brood of mallards hoists in the muck
still as leaves in the cold breeze
I imagine their webbed feet churning
against the brine in their push for food
The female's head goes under
the world must seem to her
wet as it always is although
a bit darker
I tilt my lens into the scene
ring my eye into focus
adjust for the light
and prepare to wait
But the turning of my fingers
flinches wet bodies from the murk
They rise in a spray of wings
and disappear before
the image is taken