At the end of the day, after all the beach- dwelling people have wandered off, sunburnt and tired,
the ducks reclaim their rightful place
and the geese return.
The lake becomes itself once more.
🙂
20 thoughts on “At the End of the Day”
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Recharging, as it were, for the next day. 🙂 ❤
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Yes! Completely! Recharging is a good thing … 🙂
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Wish I was there now! Beautiful photos, Lynette. Thanks!
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Thank you! 🙂
Me too! I really hated to leave this time.
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The time I prefer the beach is when the ducks and geese return. The quiet of this time is relaxing.
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It very much is so! 🙂 we hung about for quite a long time watching the geese and ducks. You can see that the sun had gone down. 🙂
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Now they don’t have to duck.
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Hahaha. For sure. 🙂
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There is some sadness about an empty lake as summer nears its end. Here, we just want some sun and less wind. Today, perhaps. Happy Thursday, Lynette. Allan
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Thank you so much, Allan. Northern Alberta didn’t get a great summer.
Yes, there is something sad about an empty lake at summer’s end – the fun is over for another season.
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Poetic post, and now it’s time for a bonfire night at Skaha
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Thank you. 🙂
I love a fire on the beach! We meant to do one before returning north but ran out of time. Next summer for sure. 🙂
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Lovely photos and words. And you are once again invigorating my need to dwell near water. I want to remain on that beach at the end of the sunburnt day, slipping quietly into my little cottage and dreaming blog-story dreams…
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Thank you very much. 🙂
I am happy to stoke your wishes. 🙂 Sometimes we get reminders of these wishes floating past us; we’re ready to notice them then. Our home is across the park from this beach. Not a cottage but somewhat close. 🙂
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“Be kind to your flat-footed friends, for the duck may be somebody’s mother!” I have no idea why they are called fowl, I’ve always loved these particular birds.
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Great quote. 🙂 I like them as well. So much fun to watch them (and so great to have the time to do so). 🙂
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Oh so true. Great piece and I just love the photography that accompanies the words. The beach is glorious but we borrow from nature what is hers. I like the silence of the pictures. Thank you. Love Joni
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Thank you very much. 🙂 You are very welcome.
It is a very lovely beach and we are fortunate enough to live across a park from it.
Yes, it’s important to remember that we are just borrowing.
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Tourists are like the tide… they surge in & out, and “real life” surges also in a complementary dance, out & in …
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I love your comment. 🙂 Life is very much an ebb and flow.
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