It’s odd. I don’t remember this as being shot in March (three years ago). The memory felt more like fall (and older).
I remember it being cool. I remember there being a fire nearby and the scent of smoke in the air. I remember coyotes howling and dogs barking at them. I remember the calmness of the lake.
I shot this my old little Olypmus point and shoot and a tripod. It seems that little camera and I traveled more than my Nikon and I have. I used to drive all over southern Illinois and into western Kentucky and southeast Missouri.
