Where Thunder Bay comes to a rocky point I came upon a cairn along the shore. I’d say this is an intentional design—a creature on sturdy legs with arms spread taking in the wide expanse of the lake. It’s a finished work, but I’m tempted to add my own flair, to say I was here too and admired your art. If you look closely you can see what I did, a little weight for each shoulder to bear, but not too heavy.
These Canada Goose were an orderly gaggle, crossing the sand at sunset, heading into water. The older scattered among the young, and the limping one struggling to keep up whose fate I’d rather not consider, and bringing up the rear the new parents escorting the little ones. I get a sense they all stick together.