Yea, yea, the title is a little corny, but there is a reason for it.

I’ve been somewhat lonely lately. It wasn’t so bad when I first moved here, but after living away from my family and friends for a while, it has started to affect me. I’ve come to realize that they’re not as easily accessible as they once were. It got really bad about two days ago: I didn’t eat the entire day, and felt really fucking miserable. Thankfully, Audi was there to comfort me and make me feel a little less lonely.

As a form of self-therapy, so to speak, I’ve now made it a routine of going out to the lake near my apartment to take photos of the wildlife (and occasional pets) that hang out there. While I can’t talk to the animals, or go shopping with them, or drink a beer with them at a bar, they do provide some much needed company. I’ve come to recognize a few of them, and have already handed out a few nicknames. One of the really big male ducks I call Big Paulie, since he walks like he’s part of the duck mafia or something. Another duck is called Bella, and no, I didn’t name her that because of Twilight. I named her that because of how pretty she is. Then there’s Mack the Duck, who loves to keep himself clean, even though he’s got one of the ugliest faces around. LOL. It might seem silly, but it has kept me from having a total mental meltdown. So, it can’t be all that bad, right?

If you’re at all interested in some of the photos I’ve taken, you can see them at my JPG Magazine account.

Life birds, ducks, photos, therapy, wildlife