Naked

Naked
we sat on the edge of the wooden dock and silently slipped our white moonlit forms into the water
cold wasn't the first thing we felt - it was the wet, and the shock of water on skin, in crevices -
refreshing,
then cold.
we floated, four fish without scales or fins or gills - loons, really.
we made our loon calls in the dark and waited for answers from across the pond

Spencer Pond - A Fuller Sketch

These are the photos I submitted to the annual contest they have at Spencer Pond.
I miss that place.

for the "Camp Yard" category...

for the "Critters" category...

for the "Little Spencer Mountain" category...

for the "Nature" category...

and the last category (and possibly my favorite!) - "That Indoor Shot"....