What is it about water and boys? Each morning men float by our cabin in their fishing boat silently. You know it's best not to speak, even if only to say good morning. There's a sanctity in this stillness right after dawn. I imagine what their normal day might be like when they're not lucky enough to be floating by me and Blue on this lake. Blue is the blue heron that sleeps on the tree branch beside us. He grabs the low hanging fruit before the guys show up.
These pictures show a rite of passage: First boat ride with Grandpa. They tell the story better than I can.
Thank God for those sacred moments of wonder when words just don't cut it. A boy in a boat on a lake almost always applies.