Two Summers In Muskoka
Muskoka was never part of any permanent reality I lived in, but for a while, I got close. There is something genuinely magical about this place. The granite, the forests, the impossibly still water, the islands and morning mist. It can feel almost cinematic, as though someone has been a little too generous with the scenery. There is far too much of Muskoka to ever get into a photograph. The scale, the quiet, the light, the feeling of being there. And for a while, I got to call it home. Worth the price of admission.
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