On the shores of Lake Huron, my eight year old nephew and I have a conversation.
We decide, he and I, to walk up and down, scrambling all round, in and out of the water, and between us, gather the most beautiful rocks on the whole beach, and then make an art installation of unparalleled beauty.
I think we did.
Then I knit on a sock.
It was a very good day.
Posted by Stephanie at August 3, 2008 11:47 PM