A day of many moods. It begins as a fog-filled, gray blankness, but soon morphs into a golden mix of rich textures radiating in ever intertwining ripples and waves. By afternoon, water-laden clouds burst, peppering the lake with heavy pellets. Overhead, lightening displays rip across the darkened skies, momentarily freezing the skyscape, and garnering a healthy respect.
So many displays for one day, so many personalities all rolled into a single day. The Lake is one thing – change.