Morning Seeing Dimly
Morning on the Lake with hardly a clue where the rest of the world is.
The view from the door, promising a wonderful photographic morning
The ‘home’ birch.
Wiffs and Waffs.
A small hint of something out there.
The sun begins to give a clue it exists.
Is that blue sky there?
The sun is there.
Or is it there?
The trees start to appear.
Ducks flying into the fog.
A birch wood of years gone by.
Birch and Reeds with Nuttin’ Else.
The point out the door, after the return, and the fog is lifted – ing.
There will always come a time when we will see clearly, as the light shines
and the truth will be known and the truth will makes us free.
Tonight after supper we headed out for a canoe paddle, exploring the outlet to the lake.
A beaver has dammed up the outlet, thus the ever higher water levels.
The calm beaver ponds were ringed with flowers purple, lush green reeds, and pussy willows.
The dam showed signs that the beaver are of course building higher and higher to contain the water, anxious as they become at the sound of flowing water, thus the ever rising level of the lake, inch by inch higher with each substantial rainfall.
Signs of grace and beauty that one can only explore in a canoe.
Animals in the No Hunting area of the Mine
There are a few opportunities one runs into that just amaze one.
These big horn sheep have come down into the protection of the mining leasehold to eat the lushes green grasses.
And they stand almost without any concern just off the roadway.
The young ones in the least desirable areas.
The next oldest in a good spot of green feed.
The oldest resting.
And the other oldest still looking for their hearts desires fulfilled.