The picture on my blog is my official 'retirement' picture. I'm at the lake, a coffee cup in my hand, looking at the reader, inviting him or her to stop time with me: anticipate changes, note the visitors stopping and fretting at different times of the year, marvel at the play of wind, water, sand, logs, and fowl. If I move one hand I can disturb the blue heron in the grass next to me.
The depths and interplays of our existence are also represented on this lake.
Encounters and calamities have changed the nature of these waters. Once upon a time, this lake was a lagoon, in touch with the Ocean around it. Centuries from now, this lake may not be on the map at all.
Time to ponder.