Sunday morning dawned cloudy and cold at Pyramid Lake in the Adirondacks. No morning sun touched the trees with gold, but they glowed as if lit from within, exuding a visible warmth. I was here to help close up camp for the winter, but now my work was done and I was free to simply stand and take in the exquisite beauty. Absolute silence -- no crickets or frogs, not a whisper of wind in the trees nor a ripple splashing against the shore, just one long plaintive call from a loon beyond the island. I grew cold, but I knew that dear people, good food, and hot coffee were waiting for me in the dining hall. What miracle made it happen that this place could belong to me?
4 comments:
Amazing photo of a magical place.
The reflection, on the left . . . a perfect circle!
wow June, you are right .. there is some sacred geometry at that place, that's for sure.
Jackie, you are such a giving person, it is good that you found a place & friends that gives so much back to you ...
Boy, do I miss the Adirondacks this time of year!
Caroline is South Dakota
The sheer beauty of your photo with your wonderfully expressive narrative are surpassed only by the beauty and soul-sustaining personal experience of Pyramid. Thanks for sharing to help keep the memory alive.
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