Kayaking is the closest you can get to the water if you want to stay mostly dry, but kayaks (at least as paddled by me) make a lousy platform for photos. Too unsteady at the best of times; too damp at the worst of times; too prone to floating past what I’m trying to photograph at all times.
So, although our short trip this week to a Canadian Shield lake — one of the 250,000 in Ontario (Who makes up these numbers?) — generated several sightings, you’ll just have to take my word for it that we saw juvenile turkey vultures, kingfishers, mergansers and other quackers, otters, loons, cormorants, turtles on half-submerged logs and in completely submerged beds of lake grass, and literally thousands of teeny flies that left skittering, interlocked, diamond-shaped trails on the water’s surface as they parted, completely unlike the Red Sea, before the noble prow of my kayak.
Of (some of) thee-se (and the lake itself) I sing. Thankfully, sans audio.
Dark grey fades to jade:
drowned rocks reach for air, gasping.
Teal slaps the shoreline.
marry fishing and playing:
Floating algae stirs;
flippers kick-in and kick down.
Fronds offer cover.
Backlit wing’d bugs
scatter sans a traffic cop.
What? No collisions?