Saga on the Seas of Hartwell

Lake Hartwell, made by the Savannah River and the Corps of Engineers, can sometimes look like the sea upon awakening. This trio forgot something back at the dock. I had fun capturing their images and I imagine they will have fun fishing. But isn't the best part of the day the earliest of the morning and its foggy forgetfulness?

Waterfront Property, Inherent Wealth

Once upon a time, I  had waterfront property. Now I am home and landlubbed. Looking from my loft window, a sea of blue-green and red- gold washes up on the breeze. In Winter, I see Max Patch in the next county gleaming like a glacier. Or, I can peer down on my teeny pond where the American Bullfrog who sat on a lily pad all summer, dives deep into mud for refuge.  Last week I parked  The Turtle on the shores of Lake Hartwell, Georgia at the end of a cove and watched the world go by. Without moving an inch. Except when I hung my Lumix around my neck and took off pedaling  my little red folding bike before dawn. My launching for this trip was along the shores of the Swannanoa River near Black Mountain. My eyes have seen The Glory reflected in water moving and water still. Still I can't quite figure out what to do with all this wealth I inherited.