North Pond
One of our favorite activities at Granddad’s house is taking his kayaks out on North Pond, a lake surrounded by Woodstock and Greenwood. I’ve always been intrigued by a rock in the middle of the lake, a hunk of granite dropped there by the glacier that scooped out the pond; we paddled out to stand on it and look at the smooth, clear water. The Holga came along, since I can’t imagine dropping it in the pond would do it much harm . . .
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2 comments en “North Pond”
September 7th, 2007 at 2:01 pm
So I see you’ve fallen under the spell of those “old earth” people. Isn’t it possible that an intelligent creator put that rock in the lake just for you to find later? Go ahead; try and disprove THAT!
September 8th, 2007 at 7:30 am
Hmmm… good point … maybe it’s part of some cosmic computational system disguised as a planet, operated by a team of programmer-mice, who are using anomalous phenomena just like this rock to calculate the answer to life, the universe, and every… OUCH! Damn, I cut myself on that Ockham’s Razor again; I have to remember to put it away when I don’t intend to use it.
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