They call it “uncharted waters,” but I think it should be “health risk to all who enter here.” Once you see the place, you’ll know what I’m talking about. With the sight and smell, who would want to spend the time necessary to chart the area?
My first, and only time, kayaking there, I was impressed by the sight of thousand of cranes flying overhead as I launched in the small creek that leads into the bay. Anticipating some genuine Kodak moments, that secluded area at the south end of the lake has been on my to-do list for some time.
Within fifteen minutes, I came within sight, and scent, of the marsh at the edge of the bay. The further I went, the worse it became. As I passed from reeds clogged with bird droppings into what should have been open water, I was greeted by a solid layer of scum with an odor that will be burned into my senses for years to come.
Yes, the sight of flocks of cranes taking flight and landing was impressive, but the lens cap never came off my camera. From now on, I’ll be staying in charted waters.
Micro-fiction challenge or fabricated commentary? Either way, this is my response to Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge #3: Shapes in the mist, inspired by Departing Cranes,by Józef Chełmoński, and with a limit of 200 words (here, 200). The painting definitely was an inspiration, but I was cleaning our carpets with a RugDoctor when the idea came to me, so there is that.
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