the end of the trip
See that mass of stuff along the edge of the lake? Trying to edge into it to shoot some of the water lily blossoms, it’s hard to ‘steer’ with a camera at your face… and the kayak doesn’t stand still for a shot while crashing into the midst of that mass of water lily pads… but I tried:
Then again I also learned that it was impossible for me to crawl out of the warm sleeping bag before the crack of dawn… unlike some folks dedicated to fishing… I managed to catch the following after a lovely snooze, giving the sun a chance to warm things up:
I’ll add one other volcanic peak on the way home. Mt Thielsen impressive for its very sharp pointy top:
Not one I’d want to climb. Not that I do much climbing anyway. But pretty fantastic to look at from a distance.
The art of living… is neither careless drifting on the one hand nor fearful clinging to the past on the other. It consists in being sensitive to each moment, in regarding it as utterly new and unique, in having the mind open and wholly receptive.
― Alan W. Watts