"There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away." (Jane Kenyon)

Thursday, July 8, 2010

The Pier


Running. Jumping. Splitting, numbing fall. Standing above it all.
The wooden planks sound beneath our bare feet, clickety clack, clickety clack, hollow echoes of shadow, thump, thump, thump.
Sunset watching. Lake gazing. Safe from evenings' encroaching waves.

3 comments:

Emily said...

I love all these pictures! Keep them coming!!!

Amanda said...

Again...wow! Sounds like you had a BlAsT! I love the pictures of your 3:)

marci and brian said...

I LOVE all your pictures. It made ME so sentimental and I want to go back. Thanks for sharing it the condo and the pictures with us. We love you all.

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