Tuesday, September 13, 2016

September at the Lake

September hails my favorite season, fall. The season of senescence. The most poignant season of the four.


Witnessing nature's beauty in the north woods over Labor Day weekend ranks above any other holiday of the year.

September sees Lake Superior as its warmest and most inviting. The Big Lake. Comforting. Meditative. Home.

The mornings at Pike Lake (Luce Co, MI) were mostly socked in with fog. Still. Beautiful. Often giving way to blustery winds later in the day.


The fog decorated nature's bounty in dew.



As if Nature had wept for the loss of summer during the quiet moments of daybreak...


Webs woven in dew...


Like endless tears...


Repeating, contemplative reflections...



With the rising sun, the breath of Nature began erasing any trace of her morning's lament.




The loon that failed to breed this year, is it capable of flight? Finally free of  the fishing line that had been confining its wings? Ignorance and irresponsibility of humans wreaks havoc on nature's finest. It's been too many years without young.



Maybe next year...





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