I was raised on the shore of the lake. Lesser Slave Lake .The lake was always there, sometimes quiet and peaceful. Sometimes gray and threatening. Sometimes frozen and jagged. But if you lived by the lake you came to know the dangers and the pleasures that came with it. The lake I remember best, was the lake that awakened me to lifes mystery and wonder. We are packing to go camping for a few days next week. Back to lake that I love and long for . I hope its not the last time this year. I took this picture of another photographer enjoying MY lake. Oh but who can blame him?
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
The lake
I was raised on the shore of the lake. Lesser Slave Lake .The lake was always there, sometimes quiet and peaceful. Sometimes gray and threatening. Sometimes frozen and jagged. But if you lived by the lake you came to know the dangers and the pleasures that came with it. The lake I remember best, was the lake that awakened me to lifes mystery and wonder. We are packing to go camping for a few days next week. Back to lake that I love and long for . I hope its not the last time this year. I took this picture of another photographer enjoying MY lake. Oh but who can blame him?
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