Human-scale, temporary

Red chair duo

Sometimes, in the changing of the guard and the ebb and flow of inhabitants here, there’s no real evidence of change, except the people are gone. Here are watchdog chairs, awaiting the return of their masters. If anthropomorphized.

Dock calm

In contrast to yesterday’s crashing surf, the breeze today came from a different angle, and the dock was, essentially, becalmed. Still, I looked for leeches. None near the lake-edge.

I didn’t go in to look farther (and tempt fate).

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