Gone Fishin'

As I contemplate my pictures taken at our local Spring Lake this morning, a tribute to Pete Seeger, who died a few days ago, is playing on the radio in the other room. It's not too big a stretch to imagine, "...We Shall live in peace..." as I look at the sunny lake, the father and son in kayaks on a quiet bywater, the man fishing from his little corricle-like boat , a couple followed by their young son guiding his small electric wheelchair, people with dogs, people on bikes, and a family gazing in such silence at a turtle sunning itself on a log, that a large egret flew in and landed in the reeds near them. A cormorant fished the bottom of the marshy pond.

I noticed the boy in his wheelchair as he looked down on Ozzie with his stick from the top of the dam. I'm always attracted by the shapes of people with strollers or on bikes silhouetted above me as they cross the dam, but this boy radiated joy at being out in the sun watching a dog with a stick in its mouth. We met them again later in our circuit of the lake, and he was delighted to be able to pat Ozzie and admire his stick up close.

The Spring harbinger, a blooming acacia, contrasted with the dry grass and chilly breezes of Autumn. On this first day of February, it is hard to tell what season it is, although the calendar tells us it is Winter. The beautiful Saturday brought everybody out this morning, I wonder if the two men walking across the top of the dam were aware of the fact that their conversation about the fact that they "no longer flush every time" could be heard by everyone within a half mile?

All your kind comments on yesterday's blip were uplifting. Thank you for your kindness.