Our Lake in Wasilla, Alaska
Thursday, September 4th, 2008
Photo; Redneck Grebe clumsily moving at top Grebe speed across the lake.
Yesterday I looked up from my easel and gazed at the lake, the sun was shining and I could hear the outdoors calling so I took a break. The sun felt good as I walked across the fresh cut grass to the end of the dock where I settled myself on the iron bench enjoying the sun’s warmth on my skin savoring the moment. The lake was calm, the family of five Rednecked Grebes were all asleep floating silently with their heads hidden under their wings. The quiet was pierced for a moment by a high pitched squawking from a few birds as they flew overhead, otherwise I was alone with my thoughts, my Grebes, and my lake. (more…)
