Walk With Me Down To The Lake

The soil is so black in the fields.

And it smells good too when you bring a handful to your nose.

I love the forest past the fields down to the lake.

Mostly maple and basswood with a few poplar.

Mostly vertical trees.

I was hunting for morel mushrooms.  Didn't find any.  But I did find fungus.

You can see the lake through the trees.

Look up.

Look down.

I hereby name you the "Quint Tree."

Have you ever seen a more beautiful rotting log?  Orange is my favorite color.

Block Lake.

Strange how a straight stick can have such a curvy reflection.

The water is so clear.  Last fall this water was so thick and green it looked like a green carpet.

Walking back now.  I wish I could get a sweater in this color of grass.

Walk is over.  Thanks for coming.