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Pink Ladies

The smooth lake looks perfect for gliding on with gentle dipping of oars.  I'm into the groove of relaxation now ... the cares of the city and work a past imagining.

But the restless sea is also close by ... we'll go see the action tomorrow.


  1. Love this composition.The canoes are lovely, and their colours a joy. But the stillness of the pier and its reflection MAKE this image.

  2. I agree - fantastic composition! feels like a relaxing day.

  3. Uh, I don't know if I would be comfortable in a pink boat:):)

  4. Emile, it is funny that you should say that. The title of this post was in some ways a salute to Jessica Watson who sailed solo around the world when only 16 years old ... her yacht was pink and named Pink Lady.

  5. Glad to hear that you are having a relaxing time. This view would calm anyone.

  6. This is my new year's resolution! (not really a resolution - but I'm going with it)
    For 4 years now I've been dreaming of owning a canoe/surfski and taking myself off a'paddlin'.
    (vince would like a jet-ski - so we can go together - not quite sure how that is going to work).
    I've never seen pink ones before.
    Wait til I show Vince!

  7. I really love this shot :) actually your whole journey south was great to see.


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