Lonesome

The day began with thick fog (extra 1) and even after it lifted, the lake was so still. Whilst walking I heard a splash as the mallard landed beyond the reeds out of sight. I heard him call out several times without answer, that I could determine anyway. I found a gap sufficient for a stealthy shot.

Elsewhere, the ice of late has almost disappeared, leaving a thin covering against the shore (extra 2).

Extras:
Faint Outline.
Blurring The Line.