Perhaps it is peculiar that one uses spare moments to photograph rubber ducks. Some may say it is puerile. However, few could deny the majestic quality of the simple bath toy. The vacant eyes, the glossy countenance, the smooth texture. The beak. Simultaneously a weapon and a plaything, no childhood could be said to have indeed been lived without a rubber duck.
Okay, clearly an exaggeration.
Some search for Pokemon. I seek rubber ducks in their natural habitats. Let’s start with these two below. Enjoy!
Inflatable rubber duck on the boardwalk in Long Beach, New York (July 2016)
Buckets and tubs of variously-garbed rubber ducks in Port Jefferson, New York (July 2016)
I am a nerd, a writer, a scientist (and a nascent public health professional), a gourmand, and a polyglot with an insatiable hunger for knowledge and an enthusiastic willingness to share that knowledge with others.
I have a Bachelor of Science in Biology with minors in Mathematics and Chemistry, and I recently acquired a Master of Science in Public Health with a concentration in Global Health.
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