Wednesday - Duck!

[ninanevermore]

Today on the drive into work I was thinking that sometimes I am surprised when I look in the mirror and see the face of a woman and not a rubber ducky.

I like the duck's face better. It is more a reflection of me than my real face. My real face is forgettable, invisible, average. It doesn't match what's going on in my head at all.

The duck is bright yellow; everyone notices something that bright. It matches my mind -- bright and strange and more than a little frivolous and silly.

I once saw a grave marker that had no name on it, just a date and an engraved picture of a flamingo. I am going to make it known that when I die, I want a picture of a rubber ducky engraved on my headstone. If there's no money left over to put my name on it after that, it doesn't matter. No one will remember my name anyway.

But I want them to remember my duck.

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[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Actually, the duck was kind of an accident. It's cropped from a photo of my son when he was 5 months old:



I was bathing him in the kitchen sink with the sunlight coming through the window, which made the average little yellow duck glow with such a warmth that I loved the picture in spite of the fact that my son was not looking at the camera (he was, in fact, looking at his duck).

I needed an icon, a face for my persona in cyberspace. Since I was so fond of the picture, I used a little bit of it. The duck became me, and slowly I have become the duck.

I don't collect ducks or anything. I just happen to be one now.

[coupesetique.livejournal.com]

I love this picture.