Back from a wonderful trip canoeing in Algonquin Park, North-East of our great city. A paradise it was, we were the only one there, the weather was ideal, my god-daughter Maroussia discovered Canada's incredible untouched beauty and vastness.
Here is one of my favorite things in Algonquin Park : litle islands of drift wood. It is a miniature world, self contained, that invite the imagination. Floating on the emerald water, close to the full size forest, those embody the spirit of the boreal forest for me.
With a sprinkling of pollen on the water...
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C'est le pays des fees. ou des nymphes...same diference.
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