It shimmers free under the skies, tauntingly. Yet every time I look through my lens and capture its beauty, I have it frozen in that thin sliver of time, imprisoned in a frame. I look at it again and yet again and savor every changing mood.  I revel in drunken pleasure at my possession and share like a miser. If this is addiction…leave me be and let it stay......

A stunning morning in October touches me

 I watch the sun creep  up my backyard and feel re-born each day

The birds that swim in my lake 

on their way to or from far away

They tarry in my lake  before they take to flight again

I catch the gleaming eyes 

making love in gay abandon

To give new life in my lake!

Winter ...

Boys clear a patch in the snowy lake and play!

A lonely human figure-skates before anyone is awake

 birds walk around in a daze 

Once in October 13, of 2006 there was a freak ice storm in Buffalo.

My lake turned grey...while the storm raged and tore 

Before the storm

during and ....

After it cleared every single tree was broken.

Like soldiers after a war wounded, weary and lonely

Sometimes the colors in the sky baffle me.

Is the indigo real?

 the pink

 or the orange-red ? 

And in the serenity of the evening the moon shines upon my lake as if turning it to silver

The night fills with romance as the moon traverses the sky...

And reluctantly gives way to the sun next day........They vie with each other to catch my watchful eye and shine ever more brightly upon my lake as if taunting me to make a choice

A tantalizing rainbow stretches across 

 My seasonal friend who loves the lake, watches with me every day

This IS my addiction  (!)............ leave me be... Go away just go away!