My thoughts drift over an ice and snow covered lake in the middle of March in northern Wisconsin.
Aspirations of a not so far-off time when a warming sun hangs in the sky longer and I can get back to this same lake and snorkel its unfrozen waters.
Where tree roots and fallen trees take on the appearances of mythical beasts waiting for me to snorkel by and photograph them.
I can spend my time exploring favorite spots to see how time and the seasons have changed them since I was there last year.
Or I can adventure off into bays I have not yet explored and photographed.
Until nature reminds me who is in charge and tells me when it’s time to go.
