Shell Lake is one of my favorite places to go. I have photographed this lake in all it’s seasons.
Of course I missed the best photo opp..I was talking instead of getting ready. As we rounded the corner, a fisherman was pulling a ten pound Northern PIke out of the lake…he threw it back in and smiled and waved. I wonder if it would have found it’s way to his table if we hadn’t come along just then? Fishing season for Northern Pike doesn’t open until May 15.
My Uncle and Aunt’s house overlooked this lake. My paternal grandfather lived in a tiny two room house across from this lake when his second wife died and he was told he had two weeks to move from her home. A suitable little house was built quickly for him on my Uncles property, the little house is long gone..what remains in this..
An Inukshuk. A pile of rocks..a stone landmark..that marks a hunting spot or a food cache, or a place of friendship and shelter. It probably means that Amy and Eddie have the coffee and homemade cookies ready for you if you stop by. One of these days I will have to stop to visit with them. When they purchased the place high atop the hill..I congratulated them on their beautiful sunset views and the tire swing in the tree.
There were some ducks crossing the road, I missed those too..but I did finally get some Canadian Geese in the sunset. It was a lovely evening in Minnesota. Going for a drive with my best friend and his dog..life is good:)