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We arrived at Frog Lake to find the light flat and bright, but the sky put on its own show. Huge, sculpted clouds rolled across the sky, catching small, dramatic shafts of late light. We were the only people there; the quiet lake and open air let my rambunctious children’s laughter and calls carry and echo between the trees as I framed the clouds drifting above. The contrast of stillness on the lake with the energy of my family made the moment — and the cloudscape — feel quietly grand.
We arrived at Frog Lake to find the light flat and bright, but the sky put on its own show. Huge, sculpted clouds rolled across the sky, catching small, dramatic shafts of late light. We were the only people there; the quiet lake and open air let my rambunctious children’s laughter and calls carry and echo between the trees as I framed the clouds drifting above. The contrast of stillness on the lake with the energy of my family made the moment — and the cloudscape — feel quietly grand.