Carsons Bay is the closest bay to my house. Know it well. I’ve sailed out of it with friends who have a mooring. My dog has lapped up water at the boat launch with his spotted tongue. I’ve kayaked around it, anchored the sea-ray and swam, read mags and drank a beer or two in the sun. Seen it while walking the trail in sneakers and viewed it from above while at snooty parties held in homes that far exceed my budget. I’ve walked across it in the dead of winter. No matter the season it always is a very beautiful part of Lake Minnetonka. It is my bay, the bay I identify with. Others have Wayzata Bay, Robinsons, and even Excelsior, which I have an office overlooking and see day to day. In the end, Carsons is my little part of the lake. It’s my private lake getaway. No need for a lake home, stuck in traffic 2 hours away. I get on my suit and jump in the kayak or pull out the leash for some canine company, sammie the dog loves Carsons too, I see it in his wag.
I think this time of the year I start thinking about the fall leaves and what I want to capture with the camera, then I catch myself and think, live in the moment – geez, August has only just begun. So I took my trusty Canon down to the shore and took a few from the south west looking towards the mouth of Carson’s towards Saint Louis Bay. Stunning display of blue hues. Fresh like the beginning of August should be, not a prelude to fall. So I’m going to make sure I start thinking of August more on a in-the-moment month. I’ll start today by throwing a brat on the grill, buy some Blue Moon and an orange to go with it. Take the dog for a little longer walk than normal and feel the sun on my face. Maybe dinner at blue point and pull out my casual blue blazer and look the part in Wayzata. Ahh, the summer blues.
Cheers!
Beautiful blues!