It’s nearly 12pm, windy and with a charcoal gray sky. The trees are bare, exposing large nests that had been carefully constructed with twigs and leaves last spring. Lake Champlain is restless and unsettling to look at. Its dark presence, formidable, yet beguiling. I want to linger in your presence longer but the rain has come.
Lak Champlain, November, 2008 | Jacqueline Stuart