The Herring Net,
The Art Institute of Chicago.
Before launching into the next Lillie St. Claire adventure ( provisional title A Treachery of Stones) have been immersing myself in collections of folklore/legends and myth and the fathomless fears and dark visions of the human psyche.
Trawling through Mysterious Canada: Strange Sights, Extraordinary Events and Peculiar Places by John Robert Colombo, am astonished to discover in passing that nearly every frigging body of water of any size or interesting aspect in the country has a lake monster legend attached to it. They lurk everywhere in the silent waters.
One tends to think the myth unique to Lock Ness or Okanogan Lake, but that's not so -- and justifies the placement of a fantasy creature in any convenient setting.
My closest encounter with a somewhat startling water denizen amounted to no more than the sight of an oversized carp in the little cove in front of our boathouse. To me, carp were flitting golden glimpses in elegant crystal ponds with water lillies, not this big, dull, rotund thing heeling out of the murky water and weedy storm rack of the great river.
Had I not heard that such a porcine piscine frequented a dock further down the shore, I wonder what I might have thought. If it had not been a bright sunny day without river mist or a lowering sky.
If I had been told that something strange and unnatural sometimes travelled the channel between the rocky beach and the islands...
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