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Volume 4 Issue 3
Page 15
Page 15
"Lake Perspective” is what I have come to call an old mill pond in
Horton Oregon. It is bigger than some of the high lakes I fished as a
child, but was man-made to hold logs for a mill long since gone.
I call it Lake Perspective because when my life is a bit down or there
is a crossroads in my life, I find myself drawn to this place of solitude
to gather my thoughts. An answer may not come to my quandary yet
when I leave, all is clearer. This pond is nestled in a valley
surrounded by timber as green as emeralds, and in the fall it is
accented with the reds and yellows of maples and oaks, all reflected
in the waters of the pond.
In the summer, the sun dances off the ripples as pixies at a dance,
with the wind in the trees as the orchestra, with the songs of birds
and the scolding of squirrels as the vocal accompaniment.
In the winter, the grey of the sky with a bit of rain work to mirror the
quiet purity of this place and add a different feel to its tranquility.
As an added bonus, just down the road is the Horton Market where
you can still get a free cup of coffee and a piece of candy for a
penny. This is but the smallest reward for stopping in, as the
intelligent, witty and humorous conversation with Sandy makes the
day complete. When this mountain pond in itself
does not restore my perspective, the chats with Sandy do.
Thanks Sandy and Lake Perspective for being there for those of us
in search of a place of calm, to refocus and recharge our good
energy till our next visit to this place of peace.
Horton Oregon. It is bigger than some of the high lakes I fished as a
child, but was man-made to hold logs for a mill long since gone.
I call it Lake Perspective because when my life is a bit down or there
is a crossroads in my life, I find myself drawn to this place of solitude
to gather my thoughts. An answer may not come to my quandary yet
when I leave, all is clearer. This pond is nestled in a valley
surrounded by timber as green as emeralds, and in the fall it is
accented with the reds and yellows of maples and oaks, all reflected
in the waters of the pond.
In the summer, the sun dances off the ripples as pixies at a dance,
with the wind in the trees as the orchestra, with the songs of birds
and the scolding of squirrels as the vocal accompaniment.
In the winter, the grey of the sky with a bit of rain work to mirror the
quiet purity of this place and add a different feel to its tranquility.
As an added bonus, just down the road is the Horton Market where
you can still get a free cup of coffee and a piece of candy for a
penny. This is but the smallest reward for stopping in, as the
intelligent, witty and humorous conversation with Sandy makes the
day complete. When this mountain pond in itself
does not restore my perspective, the chats with Sandy do.
Thanks Sandy and Lake Perspective for being there for those of us
in search of a place of calm, to refocus and recharge our good
energy till our next visit to this place of peace.
| Lake Perspective By Herbert Medlin |