Northmoreland Lake looked more like a mudflat at the bridge end, and none of us gawking onlookers knew why. Workmen at the other end undoubtedly had something to do with it, but we could only guess at why they’d be letting the water drain out.
What water was left sparkled in the bright sunlight and competed with the tree’s bold shadow for my attention. I walked a bit but soon stopped to enjoy the raucous honking of an approaching flock of geese, and even better still was the loud-and-I-mean-loud splashhhh made by its landing. How many times have I walked this lakeside trail? Yet each step still delights!
To learn something new, take the path that you took yesterday.
- John Burroughs, American naturalist
Very pretty- if there were no color in the trees I'd think this shot was taken in Spring. It may be Fall, but in the sunlight you could probably still enjoy a picnic lunch at that table.
