Ripples In Still Water
I sat gazing across Jordan Pond in Acadia, under stunning blue sky, with sunshine that did not provide warmth against the continuous chilly breeze blowing across the lake. I was watching the ripples march across in front of me, with the cold sunlight filtering through to make dancing waves of brightness and shadow across the rocks beneath the clear water. As I watched the ripples, my eyes clouded, and my inner ear heard the song lyrics:
Endeavor To Persevere
I knew they were there. I’d seen them out there before. It’s home for them, the kind of habitat they love: woody marshland, with lots of places to hide. But time and again when I’d go out there to shoot them, they were elusive, like an acquaintance who owes you money.