I spent last weekend at Indian Lake - located in the Adirondack Park. All along the coastline, there were rocks piled up (as in the sketch above), known as cairns. I'm don't know their intended meaning, but these simple constructions added a poetic mystique to the rugged coastline. For me, they will mark a wonderful Autumn weekend spent with my family - celebrating my father's 90th birthday.
|A quick sketch as dinner was on the grill.|
|I drew these pictures as the morning fog was lifting on Sunday.|
"There are no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness,
that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy and its charm."
~ Theodore Roosevelt, an Adirondacks enthusiast