The shore drifted by at their easy paddling pace. A man on foot with a 15 kilo bag must run through the forest to travel so swiftly.
The spirit world begins at the water's edge between land and reflections.
Seeing plants growing out of cracks in primordial stone Arthur thought how little support they had living on the edge between forest and lake, earth and sky.
At the supply point they restocked their food and dropped off wet paintings. They had no interest in the news, commodity prices, or the telephone.
Northward from the staging point car park there is a sun soaked peninsula of land.
On the next lake north looking south, over the same land shaded, the light, the colour, and the forest is different.