Rain, cold, wind, sun, waves . . . Whats new? Swans!
coldest day I have ever kayaked. 40 degrees F. Wind, drizzling rain, but it was worth it to see (and hear) a pair of trumpeter swans and one of their offspring in the marshy side of Allequash Lake. Too cold and windy to draw.
Time stands still --static ripples so smooth they look sculpted from glass. Of course in actual experience they shimmer and dissolve, renewed by fresh arrivals.
Look closely at the shorelne
After fighting a stiff cold wind out of the north, I made it back to shore and my car. Sipping hot chicken soup, I drove through luminous wet forests on a gravel road to a hiking trail around a peninsula on Star Lake.
The sun came out and for a few moments it looked like end summer. Clear water, sandy ripples. I found a Boulder to sit on to sketch for awhile.
Like its done all week, clouds blew in again propelled by a fierce wind.
The trees on the opposite shore were glowing in spots of sun, and a violet line of light appeared at the distant edge of the lake. Dark random waves were tossed by the wind that blew cold in my face and ruffled the pages of the sketch book. Sketching with fingerless wool gloves, i struggled not to drop the prismacolor sticks into the lake. Too cold to finish I did what I could to capture what I saw rather than the invisible that I often imagine.
