Reflecting on Trillium

And as the day’s light softened and prepared for another evening’s slumber, we sat along the edge of a lake, waiting to see how that light would reflect upon the mountain.

While the lake is named for Trillium, a flower, it was the mountain’s image we came to see.  After visiting Timberline Lodge on Mount Hood, we wanted another perspective.   To sit at ease, enjoy the view, and reflect on the day as the mountain reflected in the water.


Catching reflections in water is a tricky thing.  The slightest bit of wind stirs up ripples, turning a pure inverted image into a joke from a funhouse mirror, then causing the image to disappear entirely.   So it’s a waiting game, waiting for the winds to drop, and hoping that the light is good when and if it does.  Fortunately, early or late in the day winds are generally less disturbed by the day’s heat, and their more peaceful nature is reflected in the lake.

But if the wind doesn’t cooperate, we can look to other things; the trees, the smell of mountain air, ducks swimming along, or perhaps even an eagle swooping through the sky, looking for a fish dinner.


As always, we can only accept what nature gives.  Our workshop crew spent the waiting time looking around, watching, and getting to know each other’s stories. Not a bad way to pass time, even if the wind chose only infrequently to hold its breath.

And in time the evening’s light faded to blue, and the sun’s goodnight kiss gave but a hint of pink.  The wind too said goodnight, apart from a few snores, and we departed from the lake, and the mountain, and its reflections on a good day.


33 thoughts on “Reflecting on Trillium

    1. Kind of interesting how this one turned out. A poet is about the last way I’d describe myself, and I had no idea what I was going to write about to feature Trillium Lake. Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow.

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      1. “in time the evening’s light faded to blue, and the sun’s goodnight kiss gave but a hint of pink” Now if this not coming from a person with a poetic vein, then I don’t know what poetry means. You are being too modest, Dave.

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    1. I used an ND filter on that last shot for just that reason. I think it was a 10 stop, to give me a 30 second exposure. Wouldn’t it be nice if a camera’s metadata could figure out what filters you’ve screwed on?


  1. I am running out of descriptive words, Dave. Your photos are more than stunning. You have inspired me to sort through this year’s photos. Catching reflections in water is a tricky thing. When it does happen, the moment feels like magic. I like your phrase “we can only accept what nature gives.” Beautiful post, again:) Erica

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  2. I saw my first eagle in flight last summer – after moving to MN, of course. Since then I’ve seen a few more, but it never gets old, does it? They are amazing to watch and that is a great picture you took. Worth framing, I think.

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    1. I haven’t been there in winter. About the only reason I’ve historically gone to Hood in winter was to ski, and I haven’t even done that for several years. Guess I’m getting old and lazy.


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