There's a lightness in things. Only we people move forever burdened,

pressing ourselves onto everything, obsessed by weight.

How strange and devouring our ways must seem

to those for whom life is enough. 

-Rainer Maria Rilke, Songs of Orpheus

   I don't think I have taken a better photo. There are no abruptions nor intrusions, only subtleties. Trees blend into the fog, water blends into trees. 

   This shot is of Julie exploring the shore of a little bay on Morice Lake. A place where big fresh water is free from all human stress and only held together by the shear mountains that form the sides. Fed by countless streams and creeks, the major waterways flowing in are the Nakina River that comes from the headwaters of the coast mountains and  the Atna River, which is all glacier fed. Its a wild place.