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My Dad Would Be So Proud

I went on a boat today. A boat that left it's dock. A boat that didn't have "pontoon" in front of it's description. I haven't been on one of those in over 20 years. Shush. I'm well aware that I live in the Land of 1000 Lakes and I'm also aware that I lived next to Lake Michigan for far too many years. My thing, it's just weird. I don't like large bodies of water that have living things in it besides humans and dogs. I don't like boats because I think they are going to sink. I know how to swim. I can do that very well, thank you very much. I just don't like being out there, in a boat, out there. I don't know, I'm just odd I tell you. Anyway, I took no fewer than 256 photos on this three hour tour.


I'll wait for you to get the song out of your head. Really, it's ok.


Ready? K.


One of my favorite shots: (you really should click on it to enlarge it. Really. DO IT!)

Comments

Steph said…
Thats a great pic you should submit it to the 'Laker' or something.
Les Becker said…
Wow! Gorgeous!

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