On Saturday I found myself with some time on my hands. The weather was unbelievably mild and I was near Lodi Point on Seneca Lake. So that's where I went. I had the place to myself. It was a perfect day.
The sun shone brightly and the sky was emerald blue. (That's an extra special blue only visible on perfect days.)
This lake is enchanted. Of this, I am sure.
The ghost version of me posed with the ghost version of a tree.
Treasures are hidden within these piles of rocks.
I found beauty in everything.
These shores gave me hours of quiet adventure.
Water-worn bones, rocks and walnuts...
Smooth brick, flat black stones, rusted metal and crab claws...
Old pottery shards, striped rocks and beach glass...
It was a perfect day. In every way.