The morning sun and the loudness of the birds spur us up onto the top of the hill. We climb over rocks, bend under thick prickly bushes and forge our way to the best pics. Enclaves of small flowering meadows welcome us to sit and soak up the atmosphere. And from the top, past our shadows, we look over Dundas Lake to the other side, where the folk of years gone by would have enjoyed many an outing and picnic.
This be many rocks
This be more rocks
This be a another big rock.
This be the two of us on top of a big rock.
1 comment:
Thats a mighty fine shadow.
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