My Blue Heaven... almost

On my way to town this morning, I took a detour and drove along the lake. I stopped to take a photo at the Pultneyville Yacht Club where I could almost make believe I was sitting on the shore in Maine or Nova Scotia. I believe the yacht club has sailboat races on Thursday evenings during the summer. I've seen them coming in before but haven't yet taken the time to sit and watch. Maybe I will...

As gasoline prices continue to rise, I think more and more about my own surroundings, places I often take for granted because they are so familiar to me. For my entire life I've lived a short distance from a beautiful lake that looks more like a sea or an ocean. Over there somewhere is Canada but I can't see it from here. The lake was rather calm today, but there are times when it is rough and wild, times when the water crashes against the shore spraying anything and everything within reach. There are winters when chunks of ice float in the water and the spray freezes on fences and trees turning them into icy monsters. Along the shoreline are privately owned homes, marinas, parks and orchards, lighthouses and even a lonely cemetery.

As I strive for simplicity this summer, you just may find me somewhere along the southern shore of Lake Ontario taking in what I otherwise may have missed.