I have bonded with this little LL Bean kayak that I’ve been using for my morning jaunts onto the lake. It is as stable as a canoe, has a wonderfully padded back so I feel like I’m paddling in a lounge chair, and zips right along wherever I ask it to go. I have always been a staunch canoe advocate, but this little craft has changed my views entirely.
The best part about paddling is that you have access to every part of a lake or pond - little nooks under the trees, shoreline dotted with semi-submerged logs, shallows strewn with lily-pads. And it’s all so quiet. You really can feel like a part of the scene - until, of course, you start fumbling with a camera that sounds its electronic beep into the silence.
The sky put on a terrific display this morning. The hardest part of posting on days like these is choosing which photos to leave out. It may feel like I’m overloading the blog with pictures, but when I post 12 photos, I have often chosen them out of about 40 to 60. I often think about that caution that J gave me about not being too much of a slave to the camera. Easier said than done.
Textures are what captivated me about the landscape today. The water has so many different textures. Even at one time the lake is ruffled in some parts, glass in others, and its ruffled form has so many versions and degrees. Water texture, pine tree silhouettes, cloud banks, distant hillsides – layers and layers of varying texture fill my vision.
Such is the state of being. Love, family, relationships, conflict, growth, transition, aging, youthful energy, contemplation, exuberance, rebellion, embracing, athleticism, idleness, intensity, serenity, sleep…life is a many-textured thing.