At the Cabin

This is the view from the dock -- looking at Rock Island in the morning light.  You can just barely see how the fog is rolling over the bay.  And I'm sorry that you can't hear the calls of the loon, the thinner bird calls and the gentle sounds of the bay against the stoney shore.  After I snapped pictures I went back in and wrote for two hours with my coffee in hand.  It was as good as a morning can be.

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