O.S.A. Lake, Killarney

The face of the water, in all its states, as mysterious as a human face

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Decades of coming, traces of unfinished conversation, meals around a campfire, faces and names slowly vanishing, like ghosts between trees. I can't hang on to them forever.

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"It's different now," I can say to myself, the only privilege of my age left. My companions back then are no longer around. Their faces are harder to render in my mind, photos in boxes.

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I burned a few twigs watching, just for the sake of it, while listening to whispering pines. I had seen them somewhere, in a noble gallery, I think.  

OSA Lake View #6
OSA Lake View #6

Red pine at OSA Laske

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OSA Lake View #9
OSA Lake View #9

O.S.A. Lake

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Camp at Lake Killarney
Camp at Lake Killarney

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OSA Lake View #6
OSA Lake View #6

Red pine at OSA Laske

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Morning coffee at the old camp, sipping it slowly, watching the big lake, Lake Killarney. It's quiet, like never before.