Every Spring, I go to a little secret wooded pond in Northern Illinois. The wood ducks arrive in the middle of March and hatch ducklings in middle of May. I am always amazed at their energy, their agility and their sheer determination to survive.
I feel fortunate to have photographed some of the world's finest decoys. Whether it's the duck dynasties of the Ward Bros., Masons or Walkers, it's all beautiful art.
I am always looking for Ward Decoys with poetry on them to shoot. If you have an interesting one let me know.
And if there was one thing, I'd do for you.
You'd be a wing in heaven blue.
Every September, at my property along the Illinois River, they come. At first in small flights. But later in the tens of thousands. For their short rest, they seem focused on filling their bellies with river carp. Every year, it's the same. And totally different. In all the years I've watched them, I concluded that they are solemn personalities with gentle smiles hidden behind their massive bills.
At this hunt club, there are many members but only one motto: Give em the full load!
The first season.
Often the hottest season in many ways.
I am really lucky that these little ducks find our river club a bit of a muddy love fest.
The muddier the better.