My Labor Day Walk at Paintsville Lake

I finally hauled myself out of bed early this morning for a short walk at Paintsville Lake.  It was quiet and beautiful, with the early  morning light, calm water, woods, and fog.  Beauty, like Art, like Literature, like God, is a mystery, and one that we should strive, not necessarily to understand, but simply to appreciate and experience.  And, of course, if we have a camera handy. . .

Sept 2_-2

The Dam

Sept 2_

The Copse in the Fog

Sept 2_-4

The Dam Control

Sept 2_-5

The Cone

Sept 2_-3

The Shore

Sept 2_-6

The Floating Leaf

Sept 2_-7

The Path