Late at night when I can't sleep, in the quite dark hours, I prowl my house with a camera. I am a hunter of sorts, seeking prey that only exists my mind. Like Mr. Ducky here. We are old friends. He’s been around a while. I don’t know how long though. He appeared one day and it bothered me. I’ve been thinking about shooting him for weeks. I finally had to ask my wife how he appeared on my dirty window sill. “In a gift box” was all she said.
In times of stress I suffer from a mild form of insomnia. I can blog or I can take pictures to pass the time. Sometimes I do both.
