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. . .

The Dam

The Copse in the Fog

The Dam Control

The Cone

The Shore

The Floating Leaf

The Path

A Pileated Woodpecker in My Backyard

I was walking to my shed when I spotted this guy, roughly the size of a crow, pecking on a stump on my hill.  I went back in and got my camera.  He let me slip up to about fifteen feet before he took off.