Some of how my weekend looked

In my previous post, I mentioned that there was a national holiday this week -- so the long weekend was taken advantage of, which was wonderful, replete with amazing food and great company.

Sunday was foggy, but the fog made things beautiful, and looking out onto the lake meant looking into infinity.

During WW2, this shot would have shown the Slovak-Hungarian border.

On Sunday, during a walk, we watched a scene that was like Pymatuning lite: the fish in the lake were fighting for some pieces of bread, though there were fewer and they were more Euro-refined fish. By Monday morning, the fog had lifted and the lake was back to its normal clearness -- this lake is absolutely crystal clear.