As a Turner painting, morning fog upon Alligator Lake, the ever present Coots in a thin line. The kayak is being repainted with a camouflage pattern that perhaps will allow some closer approaches this year. I took the kayak out New Years Eve for a final trip of 11. 11, like the year before and the year before, has been difficult. There has been some momentary respite from the trials of life by losing myself upon the waters. Perhaps this year, as I return to these waters, the joy shall return as well. It has been a long time seeing.
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