Life On a Lake 

Dedicated to the Joys of Waterside Living

Portrait of Emily by a young Guy Anderson

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ART

Art is what an artist secretes. Accordingly, most people don't like or understand it.

But art never killed anybody, molested a child, stole money, stepped on a kitten, took somebody else's car. It is most innocent and unmanipulative.

It is placid. Most of the time it just sits there.

Cold winter weather brings spectacular post-sunsets

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You wanna know what I hate so much? Those pesky little return cards that drop into your lap and then on to the floor when you open certain magazines, such as the New Yorker. But then all magazines are guilty of such unwanted spawn.

Torn in half or thirds, they make adequate little place markers for another magazine or book, though. . . .

Lake frozen in

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I am a Zen Buddhist who sometimes forgets and crosses himself.

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I admit it, I am an English Major, though I no longer hold the rank nor wear my uniform.

Winter rhododendrons and ground cover

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I lead a rather parochial life, admittedly, but once I was asked, "Have you ever lived in a foreign country?"

To which I replied, "All my life."

Thanks for the visit,
Robert C. Arnold, Editor