By now the dock has probably been pulled out of the water, too many cold nights and cool days upon us now, and the threat of ice is starting to become real – or will be in another couple of weeks, at least. But in the meantime, it’s unlikely that too many people are still venturing out onto the water. I’d like to get out again, one more time for the season, but don’t know when that will be possible.
This was the same morning that I visited Trostle Pond; I came to Bullhead Bay first in hopes that the dock would still be there. And I got the photo I wanted, of the dock on glassy water, with fog rising, and foliage in the distance.
One last photo from this season, out on the dock as well. The fog rises upwards here in little tornadoes, a product, I’m guessing, of the way the air moves between the shorelines as the lake thins here, between the road and the hillside. Purple fog against the distant gold of the rising sun – truly a great morning!