And, the horizon disappears in to the sky with the cold.
Ice forms on the lake and rolls in soft waves.
It was cold today and yet there were many people at the lake. Like me, I suspect they were looking for magic on the horizon.
November morning frost on the sand melts in the rising sun, and I am left wondering how much of autumn has past? And, how much light and time has been captured in my camera? The days still grow shorter and I enjoy every moment in the sun.
On the first day of fall I woke to the sound of thunder, and headed out to the beach to watch a storm roll in across the lake.
Nothing bluer then the lake on late summer morning.
It is bittersweet to photograph and write about the lake again after so long away from the her shore.