Watch the water as the wind pushes it into the shore, little laps and licks of the bank, bustling over rocks that have moved less than an inch per year form the time this lake were formed, but when one is moved, it is because the attitude of the water breaks its gentle flow, and is smacking like a hand across its cheeks, making it reel and fall back to that aggressive weeping, as it rests against the soil.
With every splash of each wave, there is rest against its weeping, and it is covered by the gentle roll of day.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Marla Bolton
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