4/13/21 Lake

 More progress on this piece: I refined and leveled the cottage and dock, added people. This is a real place, from my memory. My grandfather built this (no longer extant) cottage where I spent childhood summers. In the Poconos (PA, USA), the ground is littered with boulders and smaller rocks, left behind by the glacier that covered North America during the last ice age. The dock rests on two of these. Another sits out in the water, and is where we used to bathe. I learned to swim off the rightmost rock of the dock and spent plenty of time swinging in hammocks, catching frogs, fishing, and playing flashlight tag at night. I get quite choked-up contemplating this image. I may refine it a bit further. The apple is on the dock.