As the sun rose to the east, I came to this lake in Western Connecticut. Transfixed on the shore as some clouds came in, the words of Wendell Barry's poem "The Peace of Wild things" filled my mind. Worth the short read if you have the time.
All matting is acid free and mounted on foam board, ready to frame. Water mark is removed and mat is signed by the photographer.
Exact image may vary slightly in proportions depending on size ordered.