A Place for All
An October day several years ago next to a lake where I was working for the government on a grizzly project…
The first lavender light of day is a time when the softness of shapes can barely be seen through the mist rising from the lake…
The early morning fog slowly begins to clear, revealing pastel-hued forms that seem to float on the autumn air…
I’m sitting on a dock at the edge of the lake. The day promises to be clear, sunny and calm. There is no breeze so the lake’s surface is a mauve mirror. Scattered throughout the fir and pine forest are pockets of autumn gold larch and red and yellow s...
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