
Fortunately, I saw this in a little pond in a forest in Germany. If I were still in Botswana, holidaying in the Okavango Delta I might respond by taking my legs out of the water before guessing who is drifting by.

When Germans are on the wrong track, they call it “being on the wooden path”. In my hometown, we even have road named accordingly.
If you find yourself in such a predicament, why keep going? Find a place to sit down and relax. Preferably on a wooden bench.


And in case it takes a bit longer, make sure you have a good book on you to pass the time.
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Anything Made of Wood
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