Morning at Cochran's Cabins

I stood on the shoreline and gazed, stoic and alone with my thoughts. As darkness receded, my solitude was interrupted by the sounds of nature awakening. Across the lake a loon called out filling the morning air with a reverberating aria whose cascading notes stood time still. Insects hummed in the background, accompanied by the percussion of gentle waves cascading into the shore. First moments of a new day beginning.

The smell of the forest where it met the lake filled my being with an aromatic elixir that calmed the ever persistent nervous spasms of thought created by the rat race of my lifes typical days. But not this day. Not this morning.

Days first light struggled over the horizon, its reflection bouncing off the thick cloud cover and landing on waters brow to be diffused into muted streaks of white, gray and pink, building a hypnotic hollow of peace where my troubled thoughts could lay. Serenity begins.

Color, that ever late riser, awoke and the world once again became vibrant; its mysterious shades and shimmering highlights nourishing my being with the vision of Gods greatness of creation. I found peace.

There's something about first mornings light on a lake, even on an overcast day, that sets a soul to rest. Such was my experience on my recent brief visit to Cochran's Cabins on Lake Kiwassa in the Adirondacks. I was only going to be there for a couple of hours more, but the experience of this brief interlude would set me right for months to come.

Shoot Date: July 17, 2017
Canon EOS 5D Mark III
¹⁄10 sec at f/8.0 Bias:0 EV
ISO: 100
Lens:EF16-35mm f/4L IS USM @ 16 mm