canoe glides softly,
rippling the mare's tails reflected
in the placid lake
Good thing we took the canoe to our local lake instead of driving 4 hours to the Upper Iowa River or even 15 minutes to Cedar Creek. As soon as we stepped into the canoe, the long patch on the side started spurting water. The only way to get in some paddling was to take turns soloing, leaning to the left to keep the gray gorilla tape above water. John looks like he's paddling through mare's tails reflected in the water. Kevlar canoe needs some serious fiberglass repair!
The little gazebo by the lake sits amid a patch of buffalo grass turned orange in autumn.
Above, cirrus clouds morph into fantastic shapes -- fans, feathers, mare's tails. I love these clouds.