With barely a hint of breeze and quiet – so quiet, you could hear normal speaking voices from shore. The combination of sound, soft light and stillness in the air made me feel as if Duck Lake, this morning, was a most holy place. On the other hand, the fish weren’t biting and I still haven’t won the lottery. So, just what does happen in holy places anyway?
2 thoughts on “Holy Place”
Great photo Jess… I knew there was a catch to the title 😉
Maybe you could have walked on water…