Early morning on Lake of the Isles. The water is like glass and everything is super calm – totally the oposite of my previous thunderstorm experience on this lake!
At the ceiling of the bridge I spent the thunderstorm under, a bird (swallow maybe) had built a nest, suspended from who-knows-what. Three little heads can be seen with some imagination and the mom is sitting on something left of the nest.
Het Karin jou toe gekontak?