Jason and I hopped in the Jeep with a kayak and canoe tied down hoping to find inviting water. We settled on Burgess Lake. Jason fished and I paddled around snapping pictures of everything in sight. I was listening to a podcast interview with a photographer. When questioned about how she takes such phenomenal pictures, she stated that it’s practice and volume. For every one or two good photos chosen for publication, she may shoot between 50 and 100 pictures. I am practicing to be a descent photographer. I enjoyed practicing with the macro setting as evidenced by this coolie flower pics.
I looked high and low, mostly low, to find the perfect lily pad flower, this was the best I took, not necessarily the best there was to see. After paddling across the lake from south to north, I began exploring the west side of the lake looking for my lily pad and flower photo and hoping for a good goose shot. There was not a good goose photo to be had, though if you browse the pictures, there are a few geese represented. On my way back south I found an inlet. It appeared wide enough to navigate so off I went.
At the start of the inlet a flash of color caught my eye, so I paddled to the side to see what it was. The proceeded forward until I felt like I should at least tell Jason where I was. When I saw Jason several minutes later, he inquired as to where I went. As he watched me paddle along, I just disappeared into the trees. I told him I came bearing treasure and paddled over to give it to him. In one breath, he thanked me and asked why he didn’t have it 20 minutes earlier when he needed it. I called him an ingrate and said it was in the tree. Ok, I made that last part up, but he say he needed it 20 minutes earlier and wished loudly that he had the bobber then.
We paddled a bit more, then both headed to explore the inlet. I didn’t go as far by myself as we did together. The map above doesn’t due justice to how far and how difficult the paddling was, but it was fun. The difficulty involved narrow and shallow waterway. I had to take my paddle apart eventually, I kept hitting the plants or the bottom when I tried to steer alternating sides.We turned around when the treefall and plant life was too thick.
After reentering the lake, I headed east. There were a pair of swan and too many to count geese. You will have to click on this photo to see it, but I was allegedly paddling too close to one swan, I was squawked at, then the swan took flight. I didn’t dare use my camera for fear of the bird turning on me after I spooked him/her and my good camera getting too wet. Therefore, I used the disposable camera with the colors turning out just a little weird. One can still see the swan on the right side of the picture.
Though this may sound weird, I think next time I will bring a knitting project-a dishcloth or something. I paddled around a lot at first the floated and let the wind carry me while I wondered what I would do while Jason fished. There were many houses along the northwest and northeast shores, so there was nothing to be done there. I eventually settled into photographing everything for examination later. I may even begin designs based on my photos, I will have to bring a notebook with me.