The Lake, the Lake.....

With all these posts, over five years of experience at Lake Atitlan, how many photos have I posted of the lake itself?....this constant, and constantly-changing presence.  I will post what I can locate.

For my first seven months here I lived with in a few hundred feet of the lake in the house of my dreams.  Then a little further away (not so directly visible) for 2-1/2 years, and then another mostly blissful two years in the first house.  From the balcony the lake view was close, and every morning I could see the local fishermen take their wooden cayukas out onto the water....whether the lake was a flat silver disk or the waves were rocking the boat so strongly I didn't know how the men could stand.
In the early morning hours a mist rises off the lake, obscuring the boats and the fishermen...sometimes just the arc of the fishing net thrown into the air was visible.

The third photo is three of our girls in the project painting by the lake.  The fourth is view from my balcony.
And after 1-1/2 years in Antigua, Guatemala, and more than five years in San Pedro la Laguna,  I'm still here.   A trajectory.