Still More...

Photos from camp. I watched the sun come up this day.



It is amazing how quickly it goes from being just a bright orange glow in the east to half to whole.

And there are even more here.

Photos from Camp

This sunfish had amazing luck, but lousy judgement. If you look closely you can see big gouges on its side where a predator sought lunch. Then Alan caught if off the porch and released it. Two days later his cousin caught the same fish right in front of the porch and released it again. Instead of live and learn I guess it's live but don't learn.

Home Again

A little bug porn...er a pair of damsel flies

Almost Butter

These are pink from the front, a sort of washed out, not terribly appealing color. I like them with the sun behind them though. I wonder if adding something like Miracid to the soil would bump up the color a little. When I had them planted up near the house they were a much nicer shade.

Saturday Before Camp

We are off to camp today.

The dog now has tags on his collar, which will definitely need to be taped together if anyone is going to sleep. License and rabies certificate is stowed and packing is about done.

Noodles, poles, life jackets, tackle boxes........I love the smell of an old, well-loved tackle box...melted rubber, wood smoke, Skin-so-Soft...there is nothing like it.

The weather forecast is for rain and library books.

I have left a series of posts for the week, but will be out of reach of a way to answer comments. However, I will talk to you next week when we get home from Peck's Lake NY.

Hope you all have a good one!

Legal With Eagles

Last night the sky felt like the inside of a shell.... opalescent quiet pink, bright silver, distant blue, striped with wings of muted gold. I dreamed of the lake, washed with the scent of fish and water and the dusty sweetness of the balsam firs in the sun.

I always smell it miles before we get there and it makes my heart jump up in my chest....every single year.

I dreamed of mergansers slipping by all silent and secret, babies in tow, like beads on a nursery string. Of the resounding crash of a beaver's tail, the exact sound you would expect if someone in a really, really bad mood threw a bowling ball in the lake. It will wake you up at night when it interrupts the gentle susurrus of the wavelets against the dock, I can promise you that.

I dreamed of the Skin-so-Soft, bug dope, and dried plastic pseudo-worm, with just an understated hint of dead bait, smell of my long-closeted tackle box and the sharp bite of the line through my fingers on the rare occasions when I actually hook something.

Of eagles, loons and puddle ducks that babble around the porch, rudely demanding bread and cereal, and sooner rather than late.

I dreamed of the rocking cradle of the dock, a place to be of the water but not in it, gently shifting with the rhythm of the waves, one with ducks and dragonflies....the sun like a friendly hand on your shoulder or the caress of a loved one on your face.

I dreamed of all I love about our week at Peck's Lake each year, all the bright and shining joys it brings.....

And it came to me. I had better get down to the Town Clerk's office and pretty darned sudden too. I don't have a fishing license.

That's Just Ducky

I am going to be putting more camp pics up here

Best Photos of Camp Week

This week was the first time I ever saw a loon chick....and this young eagle was very obliging.

Camp

Some among us are off to camp for a week. Fishing, swimming, canoeing and hopefully, lots and lots of sleeping. See you next Saturday, although I scheduled a few posts for the week.
Have a good one!

Home Again

Yellow Perch

Common Mergansers

My other home

Companionship

A little of this

And a lot of this!!

Sustenance

Transportation