Along Lake Mendota.

Yesterday, I walked the length of the path along the southern shore of Lake Mendota. Out near Picnic Point, the lake was a sea of reeds:



Ah, there's a patch of water.



I liked the look of the eutrophic surface of the lake, with the state capitol building in the distance:



The UW campus paradise:



But don't let the idyllic scenery fool you. You are living in hell:



UPDATE: Welcome Instapundit readers. But... do people understand my last line? Is it too enigmatic? I hate to get out my sledgehammer, but I think a lot people are misreading "You are living in hell." I'm not saying that graffiti makes me realize that Madison is hell! I'm interpreting the mental state of the graffiti writer, whom I disapprove of.