For the last two days it has been foggy and because of the snow cover, it has been mostly white.
So I went looking for pictures of summer and this is what I found.
I suspect that this is one of those photos that has more meaning to me than anyone else. (Translation: it’s not a great photo but I like it.) But you do have to appreciate the pure blues of the sky and water in this photo.
And you should have been with me the morning I took this. It was one of those quiet mornings on Lake Oahe that I dream about. It was cool but there was promise of warmth. The only sound was that of birds calling and of distant cattle lowing. You would think that a sailor would yearn for wind but as I’m sure I’ve said before, there is something pure and spiritual in floating quietly on a body of water in a place that is anything but empty.