Ducks

At our condo in West Seattle, Bob is working on a family genealogy so there are boxes upon boxes of memorabilia—letters, photos, and what my mother used to refer to as “solid little trash”. Every now & then, I spot something that reminds me of something. And, due to random firing of synapses, I remember a lake in Colorado that we used to visit. I fished into an album and resurrected these wonderful ducks.