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.