The summer of 2001 was a special time. We were finally building our dream house on Lake Marion. I spent the summer in the apartment over the garage; Bill came up on weekends. So I was alone on 9/11. But not quite alone. A juvenile Trumpeter Swan was hanging out on the lake. I began feeding him and he got used to me sitting by the lake.
I took many photos and have depicted him in fiber art a few times. I made this last piece in January. The house sold while I was finishing it.
The lake ice went out much earlier than usual this year. Even though its still very cold the lake is full of migrating waterfowl. The loons have returned and I am so happy to have caught sight of one. My swan never returned to the lake but I will take this one with me to North Carolina. And it seems like a good image for my last post from the 45th parallel.