I’ve taken a shot of this tree, with its bare limbs reaching towards the waters of Lake Ontario, more than once over the last few years. I don’t know what it’s reaching for, but it has neared the water’s edge. I couldn’t get around it this time without splashing through the lake. Perhaps, it is just the opposite. Perhaps, it is the lake doing the reaching.
TGIF, baby. You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…