I have at least forty thousand memories in my photo archives, so how do you pick just one. There are some photos that remain, some that should remain but are forgotten. I decided to go into my photo memories from a year ago and see what I found and this duck stretching its wings arrived. Nothing special perhaps, but it was for me to capture the moment. It lives on the farm on the other side of the road in my village, and is still there, or perhaps its siblings.

One Word Sunday: Memory