Duck

And of course I’m a biased person when it comes to ducks. I had a duck when I was a kid. It’s name was Georgie. Our memory from when we were three or four years old are all not that much reliable. I just remember having a duck and it followed me everywhere. Or maybe so I’m told.

I have no idea why I am intrigued of this man holding a duck. This is a quick drawing taken from a photograph published in Harpers magazine. It is a magazine that is sometimes way over many people’s heads. But there in the magazine there’s a man holding a duck.

But the one thing I remember clearly is my dad loved that duck. He cried when we had to take the duck back to the farm. And he never claimed to love too many things in his life. But he loved Georgie the duck. And this is what I like about that photograph. I’m pretty sure That man carrying the duck loved that duck.

He confidently posed for the picture and did not duck the camera. He wanted to be photographed with that duck.