Footprints by the Lake Today’s photos were taken while accompanying my husband on a house call. No, he’s not a doctor, but he owns a boat shop, and often visits people’s lakehouses to make repairs. As mentioned in my post for the letter B Bricks that Tell Tales, one of my favorite places to point my camera is at the ground beneath my feet. I’m not sure which creatures made the footprints in this photo set. I see some racoon prints (they look like tiny human hands) and then, of course, there are the prints left by my Converse tennis…