7.7.10

clandestine meetings

We have been having the hottest, sultriest weather for weeks now. One of the greatest pleasures is waiting till the evening and taking a cooling dip in the lake. There are a few to choose from in this neck of the woods, but for me, the best is Montbel. Apart from a couple of inevitable busy spots with buvettes, pedalos and surveilled bathing, there are plenty of places to swim that are natural and relaxed, peopled by the occasional camper, dog-walker, horse-rider and fellow swimmers.
All hail the zoom lens! I've heard (if anyone can confirm or disprove I'd be very grateful) that taking pictures of the general public in France is illegal. If it's true, then I'm a serial offender, please don't cuff me Sarge.
But at least the zoom on my Praktica allows me to lay low in the grass, snapping unseen. Like a wildlife photographer crouching stealthily on the savannah waiting to catch the cheetah to bring down the impala. Or maybe not.