Early April. Friday. Cool. Still. Fog rising from the lake. No longer dark but not yet light, in the beautiful in-between just before sunrise. Piercing the quiet, the tremelo call of the loon echoes down the lake announcing loon’s presence somewhere in the the mist.
This is so beautiful written and the pics are marvelous. Thank you Karen.
Thank you Karin!
beautiful, Karen <3
Thank you Jeanne!
Spectacularly beautiful photos and words. Thank you!
Thank you Oriah!
Perfect.
Thank you Lauren!