Photos, photos and photos, you take heaps on holiday and then they lie inside a folder, often forgotten. … Till, one fine day, you unearth them from a half forgotten archive. It all comes back then — the walk through a park, on a warm spring morning in Vienna.
The grasses stirred as the soft wind rippled the water. Photograph© Chulie de Silva.
A father goes cycling with the duaghter. Photograph© Chulie de Silva.
A boy with his net catching fish in the clear stream. Photograph© Chulie de Silva.
Two girls and a horse cooling off in the clear meandering stream. Photograph© Chulie de Silva.
… and then there were the lovely birds — drakes am told. Photograph© Chulie de Silva
Three drakes in a row. Photograph© Chulie de Silva.
…. and then there was four. Photograph© Chulie de Silva
Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond,
A blue sky of spring,
White clouds on the wing;
What a little thing
To remember for years
To remember with tears!
By William Allingham (1824 – 1889) , “Four Ducks on a Pond”, from Evil May-Day &c., published 1882