August 26, 2015 by katmcdaniel
Early dawn. The sun is still struggling to get over the canyon rim, so the light is gentle, for now.
The Moon, only a sliver, still rides high in the sky, so soon to be a memory.
The clouds resist, but find themselves luminous, while a rosy glow draws sailing swans.
The clouds are mesmerized by their own reflections, water gazing at water.
All is drawn into a circle.
You can read more about my visit to Lake Scott here.