Eight years ago today I had set my quietest alarm for 5:30 am, and crept out of bed as silently as possible. I made myself a nice cup of coffee, grabbed a couple of fresh doughnuts, and drove off into the silent pre-dawn darkness with my little 52-pound canoe on the roof and hope in my heart. When I got to my destination, 20 minutes later, as I was putting my fishing gear into the canoe, this single cloud was my companion. It was a perfect morning for meditation and serenity and a pair of loons were singing to each other on the lake, and I remember it as if it were yesterday.
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Lovely image and more importantly, lovely memory (of the moment).
Yes, in these trying times, we find ourselves taking refuge in–but also inspiration from–the memories. There are many more to be made, and let’s get on with it.
We are so lucky to have many images to look back on. Even my old street photography in the city, especially the cafes and small laneways, were a hive of activity. One can’t help but wonder if it will all come back one day.
That silver lining from the sky is melting and falling in the water..Such a wonderful shot!!
It was already a wonderful morning, and the fortuitous appearance of the cloud made it even better.
That solitary cloud even looks like a canoe.
Now, that’s a happy thought to paddle about with.
The early morning cloud announcing the rising sun added a heavenly touch to your photo.
Calm mornings like this surely can be celestially inspiring.
There’s very little more haunting than the call of a loon, and very little that’s more touching than a mama with her babies on her back. Combine a lake with loons, and you have some memories worth preserving.
I am so in agreement. They are, thankfully, pretty common on “our” lake, but it’s special when they pay a visit to one of the small ones that I frequent and share some of their time with me.
Excellent post, wonderful recollections, and wonderful to have those recollections – it makes me feel as if I were there too – and the loons (divers) are the icing on the cake, we have them here too, though not breeding down here in the south. Great stuff! :)
Delighted to hear it, Adrian, and to know you’re with me in spirit!