Lake Padden.
We were wringing the last little bit of summer out of September. Middle of the day. Middle of the week. No one else in the water except a fetch-crazy dog who never tired of diving into the lake with envyable abandon to capture whatever his owner tossed in. And I never tired of watching him.
In the left lens of my sunglasses, you can just barely make out the tiny version of my outstretched arm, at the end of which resides my hand holding the camera.
Glorious day. Glorious fun.