Sometimes photographs just happen, with quick inspiration at both the camera and the print. Other times, an image is made, and its interpretation comes years later. That's the case here.
Though it lies at about 9500 feet, the air at Nymph Lake feels thick with the living trees around it. When I was there last, the clouds swept in, and a hot, sunny day was soon cooled with rain. I've been on the road a great deal these past few months, and I've seen wondrous things. But the idea of a cool, quiet lake has its own magic, and the subtle spell it casts calls me there again.