I just spent a couple days at my brother and sister-in-law’s cottage at Moose Lake, a cottage which has been in our family for three generations. Taking the boat to the north end of the lake to search for the bald eagles that nest there, has been a ritual during cottage visits since my childhood. I took these photos on Friday.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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