Saturday, July 30, 2016

White Pond

There is a pond, as clear as Walden, with fish which may or may not nibble at your toes.

Built around it are a series of houses, with their backs to the water.

We swam across to another beach.  Not bigger than Walden, deep but with no enchantment.

A rainy day visit.

Nothing I can imagine anyone writing a book about.