I seriously love ducks. Mostly in their natural, alive state – but in photographs too. In December, during a White Elephant party some fool was giving away an old duck decoy lamp. I traded whatever other unwanted gift I had at the moment for the lamp and hoped that no one else saw its potential all night. Lucky for me, I was the sole duck lover.
I brought it home, sanded it and waited to find the perfect lampshade. Six months later, during a trip to Ikea, I did.
I am grateful for the way that the crap we all have taking up in our basements, attics, and closets holds the potential to make someone else feel lucky and grateful.