I am continuing to have a very nice visit with my parents here in their home by the shore of Lake Ontario. I feel extremely fortunate both to have a wonderful relationship with them, and to have the opportunity to spend significant amounts of time with them despite our living about 18-20 hours apart. They visit me in the Missouri Ozarks as often as they can, and I drive out to with my critters to their home in the Rochester, New York area for 2 month-long visits a year.
Due to my Mom’s allergies and severe asthma, my critters (May the dog and Abe the cat) stay in the basement, the pet-friendly zone of the house, which is also where I sleep and have my desk and computer setup. The basement is finished and furnished, and easily exceeds the size of my cabin. Because this house is built into a very steep hill, the basement has nice big windows and a sliding glass door all facing the lake, so it feels very light and airy and we can step directly outside from here onto the grassy hillside.
I love observing the lake (Lake Ontario) here by my parents’ home. It is an incredibly massive body of water and stretches out so deeply and broadly that it reminds me of the ocean. I particularly enjoy how varied the colors of the sky and water can appear depending on time of day and atmospheric conditions. The color value of the water ranges widely from quite dark to soft pastel shades, and the hue is so often a blend which might include blues, greys, silvers, turquoises, greens, browns, and goldens, even pinks. The sky, so intimately connected with the water, has a similarly broad range of dark and light values of blues, greys, reds, pinks, oranges, peaches, yellows, and goldens. And then of course there are the clouds, or the lack thereof!
It amazes me how quickly the lake can change from crashing waves pounding into the rocky shoreline to a gentle quiet lapping; from being a calm reflecting pool to an ocean of whitecaps as far as the eye can see; and anywhere in between. Some days the water is so clear I can see details down on the bottom, and other days it is totally opaque and it seems that light, let alone vision, hardly penetrates the surface of the water. There have been several days over my time here when I have seen the lake spewing up a disgusting, foul-smelling sludge-like substance that forms layers thick and heavy enough to scoop with a snow shovel. Fortunately however, there have been more days over my time here when the breaking waves have deposited only the occasional bits of very healthy-looking seaweed or algae, and the water then is clear and inviting.
One of the things that I have so enjoyed about this visit is that I have been well enough to help my parents with a number of projects they needed assistance with, and I have been able to help A., my best friend from high school unpack and settle into her new apartment here. It makes me feel good when I can help others.
Here are a couple photos…

This one is of my Mom and Dad at their booth in her first art show this summer. She makes wonderful mandalas out of her photographs, one of my favorites is the one in front on the left which she created from a photo of a jellyfish. I helped with the show set up and take down, and my Dad helped Mom man the booth during the show.

From l to r here is me, my Mom, and A. during a break from unpacking in A.’s new apartment. It is a really nice place and I think she will enjoy her new home. I am excited that she will be living in Rochester again so I can see her too when I visit my folks.

Here we are at my folks’ home: May the dog, Abe the cat, and me.

As you can see, I have not yet mastered the art of keeping a level horizon in my photos from a rocking and rolling kayak in a wavy Lake Ontario. But, except for the truth-telling glimpse of sky, the front of my kayak sure looks almost level, don’t you think?