Kayaking has given me the opportunity to leisurely explore the water’s edge and the splendors to be found there. This remnant of a dock, washed into the shallows on Grassham Lake, for me, was a treasure. No longer a functioning whole and severed from its greater half, it lay against the shore, displayed to its best advantage in sunlight and shadow. Each board seemed to take on a character of its own with offset nails for eyes, sticking out at varying lengths, playfully casting shadows. The individuality of each haphazardly cut off board was further accentuated with rusted nail tear