A trio of female Northern Shovelers (Anas clypeata), the first I’ve seen this season, were on the never-more-appropriately named Sylvan Water. The water is all agleam with the late afternoon gold of the season. No filter, just the usual “Auto” setting on my camera.
A gold so much lovelier than the smears of gilt favored by strongmen the world over. It never hurts to refresh one’s mind with Orwell’s essay on “Politics and the English Language.”