As our canoe slowly moved through the water, the surface responded with soft, undulating movements creating lovely tones and patterns. There was a subtle shimmer to the water not unlike the light on dark satin. The lily pads too waved with the passage of our canoe.
I could reach in and touch the water and it did seem like a mutual embrace. I've entitled these images "Intimacies". It seemed appropriate to the encounter I had that day.
Now that summer is winding down the pads are turning colors ranging from yellow to a soft red. After a season of uniformity, they now assert their independence and break into a riot of diverse color.
We will journey out on the pond again in early October and it will be a totally different experience I'm sure. Every moment on this pond is unique, fleeting and ethereal...each reveals another dimension of the poetry inherent in this landscape.
We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.
- Henry David Thoreau