I went for a walk with a real camera, old and borrowed, but good enough.
was showing itself between the pine and spruce needles.
The wind had played rough with the needles and spread them everywhere.
as a water source
out the needles.
The ski tracks have filled in with snow and melting and more snow.
The little colour that is to be found is the yellow brown of the cattail reeds.
The shore is like before, though a sight for good eyes,
with light working the clouds to and fro.
Wind, not visible,
And that is as far as I got, before I
to warmth and work.