I took this picture today on my walk. How it brought back an intense memory. The fading light through the trees was soft owing to the smoke issuing from the line of lake-side cabins and adding to the vigorous smell of cooked pickerel. Sunday…
Faint are the memories of my childhood. Thankfully there are pictures, as the one above firming up that it was real and not some romantic dream. (Above I’m ice fishing in the dead of winter on Sturgeon Lake in Northern Alberta. I think I…
