Aware that I had been granted remarkably good luck in seeing Pehoe Lake in a calm state, I was determined to make as many photographs as I could while the weather held. Stormy weather may make for dramatic photographs, but it isn’t very good for gear.
I walked down to the water’s edge, amazed at the stillness. Though Pehoe Lake is a place that teems with a wide variety of animal life, it was completely silent. I had the sense that I was the first person awake that morning, stirring before the rest of the world came to life. Even the water barely moved.
With the Cuernos peaks in the distance, I set my tripod in a few inches of water and looked for the right shot. The water was motionless, and the spiky granite peaks were reflected perfectly on the lake’s surface. The sun was only beginning to penetrate the mist of the night before, and the lake and the surrounding vegetation were still threaded with tendrils of frost.
Pehoe Lake, whatever its capacity for tumultuous behavior, was still this morning, and exceptionally beautiful.