Morning fog over the inlet
The fog sat on the water until almost ten. Gulls worked the shallows and the birches on the far side came and went like a slow photograph developing.
Lichen, up close
A hand lens changes a granite boulder into a city. Map lichen, crustose rosettes and a single bright patch of moss holding last night's rain.
The long way round the lake
Eleven kilometres, two creek crossings and a thermos of strong tea. The path is soft with needles and almost nobody uses it after the berry season.