There is a lake not far from where we live in the inner city but it seems like it is millennia away in time. For me, lakes are incredibly primordial and sacred. They are a little frightening when the dark of night falls. I like that. The photography is better as the sun sets. Maybe this is when the spirits come out. The lake, in every continent I have sought it out, is communicating to me in a nurturing way. Maybe Jung would say lakes are like a great mother, I don’t know. Whatever the case, a lake is a special liminal zone that we must protect. This one has a wood structure on it, which adds to its great beauty.