Beautiful shot of the Loon, I can remember the hauntingly beautiful sound of it's announcement of it's presence in the early morning mist while I was baiting a worm to feed the wonderful speckled creature that lay beneath the surface of the lake. that was my dream for the evening feast with my mom's smiling face as she rolled them in flower and pan fried them in a bubbling pan of golden butter , ah!!! the scent makes me want to plead for those times once again!! ( if only ) :(