Monday, September 7, 2015

Imp Lake

sometimes i stand still and stare up at the clouds, wondering if they are really moving.... or if it is me.
 the sun through the trees on the way to imp lake
 (imagination alert...) this tree looked to me like a wicked witch turned into a gnarly old tree.
 and this log just looked comfortably elf~ish... or hobbit~ish. a cushiony seat for fishing at the waters edge.
 as the sun was setting in the west,
 this was to the east at sunset, the soft peach of the clouds was beautiful
after the sun went down as we were loading up the boat

it was not a good night for fishing, but was a peaceful ending for the weekend. there were loons on the lake, and occasionally we were fussed at by squirrels and chipmunks in the trees.

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