Turtles are among my favorite forms of acquatic life. This fine fellow was caught (but not kept) on the Lagoon connecting Lake of the Isles and Cedar Lake in South Minneapolis during a particularly fine July day.
It might be my Norwegian heritage--just 25% but more than any other component of my total make-up--that is responsible for my fascination with boats and water and those two items together. It's certainly not because of any great success I've had while in a boat on the water. No trophies line my walls; no odes are sung about me. And still, as the poet John Masefield wrote in his poem "I Must Go Down to the Sea": "I must go down to the seas again,the lonely sea and the sky,/And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,/ and the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's/ shaking,/And a grey mist on the sea's face and the grey dawn/breaking."
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