I mentioned in
"A Woodsy Walk" that the stroll also included time by the lake.
There is a long, steep drop beneath this piece of land.
Erosion has clearly taken place, but the trees are, nonetheless, hanging on to life.
Their grip may be tenuous,
their eventual fate inevitable,
but still they dig in, grab hold, and proudly stand their ground.
The lake stretches out well into the distance.
Land is not even visible, just a barge on the horizon.
From this perspective, one could believe this massive expanse to be an ocean.
I'll hush now.
Enjoy your own private moments by the water.
Care to share a thought?
As well as the
swan photos, in my previous post, I took these shots at a local conservation area.
The spreading branches of the first tree seem to be reaching out to embrace its surroundings. I'd like to be sitting on that strong, lower limb right now, dangling my feet. Some may argue that I'm past the age of tree climbing, but I can still feel 10 years old at times. Granted, I haven't actually climbed a tree this century...
Although I'd been happily swimming along, this weekend I felt a bit older than my years, stuck my head down, and didn't see all of the loveliness in my life. Such a foolish waste of time...
This duck, at least, was achieving something in this position!So,
here's to a new week, a sweet home, good friends, bloggers, brothers and others!
Next post, I'll be back in my garden. I hope you'll visit me there. Meanwhile, I truly love receiving your comments.
If you leave one, I'll be pleased to answer or visit your blog.
I linking with Mary at Little Red House for
"Mosaic Monday". Drop on over to her place for a visit.
Warm wishes,
Karen
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