Painting No. 17 Evening, Costello Lake
We made the transition from the sparsely populated north to the tourist-teeming south of Algonquin Park.
After settling the new camp and finishing a quick dinner I headed to Costello Lake. It was early evening and all was quiet on the water -very peaceful. A lone loon and several beavers provided the best company on this Algonquin evening.
The rain had cooled things down appreciably bringing in a flurry of change. The birds and small rodents were frantically gathering the bounty that the rains had released and the raspberries and blueberries were in full fruit. Forest life and activity were peaking like a sensual summer dance, full to the brim with life and acuity.