The water in the cove near us, where Barley often swims, is up in the trees now, and it's still covered with flotsam, so this morning before breakfast I took him across the lake where the water is clear. I threw sticks for him, and he swam after them, shaking vigorously after each retrieve. When he was tired, he trotted up to the car with his stick, still dripping like a loaded sponge. The sun was just up, lighting the clouds to the south, and a small breeze made the morning most pleasant. There was just enough time to take a few pictures before breakfast. These were taken from near the Theodosia bridge, and to give a little perspective on the high water, the small tree out in the middle of the water belongs on the bank.
The lake at 37 feet above normal is beautiful, and strikingly different. Barley seems blissfully unaware of all this. He'll be content as long as there's still a place to swim after a stick.
