Day 64

This time of year the lake can be crystal clear, well that is if the wind isn't whipping it up into a frenzy (see yesterday's pic). I went down to the park in my quest for a photo and started looking at the rocks in the lake, I love what water does to objects, it makes the hard rocks look like they're not solid, they smush and bend and ripple as the water moves over them, it's mesmerizing. If it wasn't so darn cold and didn't start snowing again I would have stayed and looked longer. But while I was there, I started to notice the colors and shapes of the rocks, and again was brought back to when I was a kid. I remember my grandmother telling me, my brother and cousins to go get some big rocks out of the lake for her rock garden, I really think she just wanted us to go out and give her some peace and quiet. But off we'd go, and stand knee deep in frigid water (Seneca Lake doesn't warm up till August) and fight over who got the best rocks. We used to try to get the most colorful ones, gray were not good enough, we wanted to get the striped ones or the yellow or red ones. We thought they would look the best in the rock garden, very colorful, but little did we know when they dried off they all looked pretty much gray anyway. We used to have a ton of fun, mostly because we got about two rocks out before we lost interest and started splashing each other, giggling and laughing. I remember how my grandmother always said that she loved the rocks we picked, they were perfect she would say, like we had just found a treasure. I don't know how many eight and nine year olds would fall for the 'rock garden' trick these days, it's a shame, they don't know what they're missing.

"If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older."-Tom Stoppard