On still water, a moment slips past. The blurred shapes of Australian Wood Ducks drift through the frame—half-formed, half-forgotten—caught between movement and memory. There’s no distraction, just light, time and motion folding together. These birds are common, familiar, often overlooked, but here, they become something else. A reminder that time doesn’t hold still, even when we think we’ve captured it. In the soft drag of a slow shutter, everything is in motion—fleeting, quiet, already gone.
On still water, a moment slips past. The blurred shapes of Australian Wood Ducks drift through the frame—half-formed, half-forgotten—caught between movement and memory. There’s no distraction, just light, time and motion folding together. These birds are common, familiar, often overlooked, but here, they become something else. A reminder that time doesn’t hold still, even when we think we’ve captured it. In the soft drag of a slow shutter, everything is in motion—fleeting, quiet, already gone.
