Every summer, my family – mother, siblings, kids, spouses – go to a lake in New Hampshire for a week. We’ve rented various houses there – they have to big enough to hold all of us. This is OUR lake and in fact, my grandparents had a house on this lake – where the whole family would gather – the THRONG of cousins, all of whom were about the same age – my first childhood memories come from this lake. These pictures come from a particular house which we stayed in about four years in a row – it was a favorite because the dock was in water deep enough where you could jump off the end. Over to the left of the dock, in the water, was this iron thing sticking out of the water, probably to dock your little canoe or whatever. Over the years we stayed there, I’d take pictures of it, in all different kinds of weather. It always looked different. I like this series.
I now live in NH near several lakes. Which one is this? I’ve never met one I didn’t love.