Most mornings were dull, and often rainy, so I was in the habit of sleeping right through the days' dawning. A large living room window allowed for a perfect view from the open bedroom door, and a quick glance while rousing usually confirmed that the sky was gray. One morning, I stole a sleepy peek outside and noticed that the lake had a warm, pink hue to it. Knowing full well that if I just rolled over and went back to sleep, I'd miss the week's only decent sunrise, so I grabbed my camera and headed out the back door to the dock.
This is the scene that greeted me.
Other mornings, the lake was cloaked with a moody fog.
Since most days were good for fishing, we did a fair bit of it. I caught my first Walleye (Pickerel) which Frank deemed to be just within keeper range.
The next afternoon, he took the boat out alone for a few hours and came home with this beauty, which he promptly filleted and wrapped for freezing.
While Frank was out fishing, Francis and I bonded with each other and with nature. He lifted rocks, logs and and other things to reveal a few hidden creatures. This snake was hiding in the raft.
This tiny toad allowed me a shot with my macro before Francis released it back into the grass.
An overturned rock revealed this Red-spotted Newt - part of the Salamander family.
After an unfortunate launch-tip-splash of the canoe, Francis changed his clothes, and got right back into the
Glancing back toward the shore to my left, the boathouse and launch are partly obscured by the gnarly trunk of this cedar.
The evenings kindly offered many lovely sunsets. Here's one of them.
A few minutes later the sky was ablaze with brilliant colour.
On a different night, colours were more subtle, but created a pretty backdrop behind the silhouette of this tree.
In a few days, I'll post some more photos, some of which will include that goofball Benny.