The Magic Time

I walked down to the lake this evening with our visitors and Monya the dog.  It was a late evening walk in the magic time of the white nights.  One hour from midnight - dusk will remain dusk until it grows into dawn.
The trees are absolutely still but the slightest of breezes drifts the mist across the lake.  Looking across the lake into the forest on nights such as these I always think of illustrator and artist John Bauer's early 20th century illustrations of Swedish folk tales.
The extra shows "Monya and the Moon".