After a number of cold and rainy days, one is doubly thankful to be at the Camp in the Adirondacks. It's always great to be there, and even better when it is a calm and sunny day.
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| A fabulous day to follow Mary... |
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| ...across the calm waters of Lily Lake. |
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| We visited, but the beavers were not home. |
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| In fact, it looked like humans had breached their dam. |
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| This guy posed. I was surprised at how close he let me come. |
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| "Did you get my profile?" His feathers look a bit shaggy. |
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| "That's enough. Good bye!" |
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| It could be that I was able to get close because he didn't hear me. I wonder if he is old and has heron loss. |
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| Mama and baby were in the big lake. Loon-like markings are beginning to show on baby's back. |
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| "Let's go that way, Mom." |
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| Mama knows better. |
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| And she looks every bit as lovely as before junior came along. |
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| We paddled back through the weeds. |
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| The occasional puffy clouds were quite welcome. It got quite hot in the unbroken sun. |
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| I sat and watched this tiny spider weave a web. Amazing energy and technique. |
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| Stretching one line to properly position the next. |
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| Both engineering and artistry. |
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| On her way to a meal on my arm, the mosquito became entangled. I did not shed a tear. |
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| As the day wound down, other kayakers paddled toward the setting sun. |
