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Dawn of the Lake
In
a September morning, I got up around 6 AM, packing up my camera and
films, walking into a lake park in southern Boston.
Fall season always arrives earlier in New England than any other states. It was a very beautiful morning. No breeze, moon was over my head, the smell of dry hay was melting into the air.
The lake was not waken up, still in sleep. A few people
were hiking along the lake trails. It seems that everything was set perfectly for my camera.
