The sun rises.
It draws the night fog off of Okanagan Lake. It’s early and 18 Below Zero. The gulls sleep on.
The gulls that seem to have erupted from the lake. The lake that is feathered with frost.
The frost that is like eiderdown. Such mysteries here. 
Such beauty.
The lake turned into art by geese.
Geese with cold feet.
That warm the lake in goose-shaped blotches to get those feet warm.
Artist geese.
What a show! 
What a beautiful earth, all linked together like frost.
Under the open stars.
And the Milky Way.
With a view right to the Big Bang.
Ah, but what’s this?
Oh, bugger it, that’s not fog. That’s smog spewing north from Kelowna, a collection of wineries, wine bars and chain stores skirting a thirty-kilometre-long strip mall of car dealerships and bars twenty kilometres down the lake.
This is our shame. Look hard. This is what a failure of ethics looks like.
Spectacular photographs.
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Wherever our species goes, there lies ruin. 😦 If only we would realise that we’re not the only lifeforms on this planet and that we need to take our proper place in amongst all the others.
Stunning images. (And on a lighter note: do birds feel cold in their feet? I’ve often wondered.)
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No idea. Good point about the feet. They sure looked like they were trying to get those things off the ice. Perhaps they have a limit? Thanks as well for your concern about the species. Fortunately, we have the capacity for greatness.
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