White Crane Photography

Last weekend I joined a group on an overnight backpacking trip to Blanca Lake. Since I wrote about it on my previous trip here, I’ll keep this post a little bit briefer.

This time around, when we reached the lake, it was pretty crowded. The choice camping spots above the lake were already occupied, so we continued onward, and crossed the small outlet stream. The camp site there was secluded and peaceful, so we hunkered down there for the night.

The lake fogged over as the sun set, so we couldn’t see many stars. It was still cloudy in the morning, so while the sun rose I watched the light play over the clouds through small gaps here and there. I also watched as the mist flowed up from the valley and poured into the lake, lowering the fog almost to the lake’s surface.

During a period of calm, I caught this smooth reflection of the driftwood on the lake. Although it wasn’t the sort of shot I had in mind when I got out of bed, I liked the feeling of the distant ridge barely emerging from the clouds above the lake.