Stopped and took a minute to make a tiny acrylic painting of a duck in the night.
Many years ago when I was still a kid/teen, there was this pond next to the Mount Holyoke campus where my mother was going to college. Sometimes we’d be there late while she finished up something in the studio, or studying stuff in the library. (They have the BEST library! I miss it every single day) Which meant sometimes we’d be walking by the pond in the dark to get to the bus stop. Every time, without fail, one single duck would QUACK QUACK QUACK at the top of their lungs in the pitch black blob that was the pond. It literally would echo across the campus. You could hear it for miles.
So, this is for you, night duck. I will always remember your loud ass. ♥️🦆
