I started this little blog with visual aphorisms one year ago, so maybe this is reason enough to revisit the very first post, by spending one hour at Strahl lake in Brown County State park.
This one hour is how long it takes between dawn and the moment when the sun rays touch the lake at the western lake shore.
The early morning fog awakens and begins to move in ways impossible to capture in a single photograph.
The wind leaves strange messages on the water.
When the sun finally hits the fog, eery hologram like sculptures appear in the lifting fog.
And then, of course, day is here.
The Inner Frame 