Tuesday, August 04, 2015

Lake Akan


Grebes on the hunt.  The water discolouration is from the shores  hot mud pool. See below.

Setting sun.

I cannot tell you how very grateful I am that the rest of the human race have decided to adopt my native tongue as their lingua franca.  I would be a lost soul on this planet of ours otherwise.  How could you not love a language that is so flexible that whatever the word order or context, the message still gets through.  

The offending puddle.

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