[click for a better view]As is our tradition, every Saturday morning we eat breakfast at a small restaurant in White Bear Lake and then needfully, we walk along the lake and through the lovely old neighborhoods for another half hour. Last Saturday we had a light frost and the our whole area was full of a lacy fog. The sun was coming up through this fog on the lake when I took this photo of busy coots and three kayaks gliding through the water. It was sublime but only for a few minutes until the sun rose completely. . .one of those moments that takes your breath away!
