No words today. Or few. A pair of portraits instead. An April oasis. Near and dear to me, to Susan, to Carley. Looking east from Rosslyn’s boathouse. Looking east from Rosslyn’s boathouse.
Whether today, or April 11, 2021 (when these photos were made), or midsummer 2006 when we took possession of this sweet spot, Rosslyn’s boathouse has summoned us. An enduring and benevolent siren song.
This miniature boathouse is a recalibrating sanctuary. For us. For family. For friends. Perhaps even for passersby.
There’s something capricious and mysteriously alluring about this perch. Not lakeside so much as *IN* Lake Champlain, *WITHIN* the lake.
Crowning a peninsular pier that reaches out into Blood’s Bay. An historic vestige of earlier days. Nearing a century and a half old. Eastlake inspired. Steam yacht Kestrel inspired. Maritime Essex and Sherwood Inn inspired…
I promised few words. Yet I’ve distracted you with verbiage. Until now. This is when I curtail the clutter and invite you to enjoy these portraits of our April oasis. Winter weathered. Inviting maintenance. But perfect nevertheless.
What do you think?