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 . . .