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Photo-a-Day  (Wednesday, 26th December, 2018)

Mallards In The Mist


Mallards In The Mist
Leeds Liverpool Canal, Haigh.

Photo: David  (Panasonic DMC-FZ330)
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Comment by: Ken R on 26th December 2018 at 04:23

Good photo David, I will hazard a guess as to where this is.
Straight ahead is the so called Iron Bridge, immediately to the right is the well known "That Bridge".
All photos cannot be glossy and clear, but this is still a good photo.

Comment by: irene roberts on 26th December 2018 at 09:46

A misty moisty morning!

Comment by: Philip G. on 26th December 2018 at 09:50

It was very brave of you to have forfeited the Mallards' iridescent green, David. A good - with equally good title - atmospheric scene though, and one which reminds me of a particular scenario played out in the 1960? Mr Crabtree Goes Fishing book: Mr Crabtree informs his son, Peter, that "When fishing a swollen river, the tail end of a tasty lobworm presented close to the bankside, would be best." I don't know what todays hi-tec anglers will make of that particular ploy. This scene also reminds of a magazine article in which the writer had mentioned that feeding 'bread' crumbs to birds isn't such a good idea, after all. Ney, . . . I'm not having that, but I do wish that the Doves in my back garden would take the said crumbs et al, instead of taking the Goldies' niger seed. Cheeky 'devils.'

Comment by: Veronica on 26th December 2018 at 11:29

The kind of morning you wouldn't want to venture out until the mist has lifted! Reminds me of the old b/w films. The weather for woolly hats and mitts...and anything else woolly!

Comment by: irene roberts on 26th December 2018 at 14:17

Veronica, on days like this, my Dad used to say "Owd mon! It favvers a Sherlock 'Olmes picture!". xx

Comment by: Poet on 26th December 2018 at 17:05

Mr. Crabtree possessed supernatural good fortune as a fisherman.
" I shall just cast beyond the cluster of lily pads, Peter and I expect to land a 12 pound 3 ounce Chub".
Seconds later the said fish would be glistening wet in the creel. I followed Mr. Crabtree's instructions to the very letter but never matched him for luck.
If he were around today I'm confident he would win the lottery.

Comment by: From Where on 26th December 2018 at 17:40

When our vision is not clear and clean ,
we retract backwards from ..the unseen
If a wall, is not mine , only children will dare look over or behind .
Poe , like such , created thoughts ,
to do not venture where eyes can’t touch ..
For within the mist and damp held rain ,
our minds will run , but the ducks.....just glide and remain the same ..

Comment by: Veronica on 26th December 2018 at 17:53

He was a good judge Irene....a day for slumping round the fire.... After its got going -toasting toes and other things! A regular Boxng Day of old!

Comment by: Fred Mason on 26th December 2018 at 20:37

Lovely, moody photo, David.

Well caught, lad.

Comment by: Philip G. on 26th December 2018 at 20:40

That's right Poet; He probably would win The Lottery. I also remember him returning a decent fish back to the water 'to become twenty-pounder' - I think it was a Pike.

Comment by: Anne on 26th December 2018 at 20:55

My husband once followed Mr Cs instructions when we were on holiday by Loch Ken, Scotland. Cast approximately two yards from the reeds I read (it was a picture strip instructional) he did so, lo and behold within seconds a quite large and handsome pike was hooked.

Comment by: David on 27th December 2018 at 12:06

Yes Ken R that is where it was taken.

Thanks.

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