Sometimes when I have a lot on my mind I take a walk to the lake by my house and feed the ducks. My ex boyfriend used to call me an "old man" for taking pleasure in this pastime. I think I enjoy it so much because as a child my aunt and uncle would buy a large brown paper bag full of day old buns and we would go down to Lake Ontario and feed the geese.
I feel so sad for the ducks this time of year, they seem so cold and hungry in lake. There are signs around the lake that very sternly say "DO NOT feed the water foul" but I pretend I don't see them and sneak a few pieces of bread in for my little duck friends. All the ducks quack loudly at the presence of food and I am afraid they will give me away. I fear that a homeowner will see me feeding them and scream at me from their window but it hasn't happened yet. Just in case it does, I go right at sunset and always bring my camera. If anyone were to ask, I would just say I'm an art student taking some pictures of the lake for a project. The lighting was perfect the last time I visited the ducks and here are the photos I captured for my "art project" ;).
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