Tuesday, August 08, 2006
If you recognize the landmark rock in this photo, you are among the very lucky humans who have found ... Harris Bay.
How many kayaks, canoes, bass boats long for this perfect place?
For some of us it is a cove, an amazing landscape, that begins adventures.
It is the backdrop to laughter, friends, lovers, wading sheepdogs. It is Ontario summer. Maps, backpacks and beer. It arcs over decades.
When I remember a writer's line about "that high late summer sunshine, the lap of cool water on a hot rock and a perfect curve of time" ... this is the rock that always materializes in my imagination.
The rock rules over a lake at which there is always a wildly beautiful, rocky campsite ... waiting.
Nothing I have seen or photographed in the last five days prepared me for my visit to Harris Bay today.
I went there to photograph the landmark rock for a friend I hoped to take there. He likes rocks. It is ... or was ... a perfect place.
It was eaten by a tornado five days ago.
Can nature devour your past in a snap second?
A tree fell in this forest.