Ah, the sun rose above the treeline and warm light flooded into the cottage. The lens is making the art look ill-hung.
Yesterday’s goose tracks were mostly obliterated, replaced at one end of the beach by a profusion of these tracks…raccoons? otters? Dunno.
Down on the point, I looked between the trees at ducks (visible through far right gap) I scared from the beach, who went toward the sun.