This small Montana pond, most likely a beaver pond (haven’t explored it at all…yet), is a sweet spot for me. It’s only a few acres – an intimate, quiet, mostly forgotten spot; a watering place for wildlife – but it casts a magic spell on me the times I’ve been there. There were ducks on it this time, “this time” being a couple of years ago. The trees in the foreground grew noticeably from the last time I visited.
I was listening to the theme of “On Golden Pond” by Dave Grusin last night.
This is mine.