Flying V

Each morning I have the pleasure of driving by Cove Lake on the way to work. I never seem to tire of the interplay of color, shadow, and reflection. I have mentioned this area before. The ducks enjoy their paradise without fear of guns since it is a state park. Occasionally I see them in their Flying V. It is not so often that I can routinely carry a camcorder to record their follow-the-leader game. I am usually too rushed to hang out for their next swarm. One day last week (sans camera) I was driving and they were flying, parallel to the road at the treetops, almost in slow motion. Sometimes I wish the mind was like a big hard drive... recording beauty for replay over and over.