Contained

I thought I would be out before the rain, but no, it started as I opened the door. I went out anyway.

Out on the lake a dozen or so lesser scaup ducks were bobbing about. They were too far away for reasonable shots.

I struggled to find much in the dim light until I found flowing water coming out from a culvert. Bubbles had formed, but were being held in place despite the steady current. I thought about invisible restraining forces and containment, slipping away, escape. Maybe my outing in the rain is my escape.