The lake was named because it's outlet to the Schroon River reverses flow to become an inlet in times of flood on the river. But on this morning, the evaporating water from the lake that would turn back into a fog of water droplets, would seem to be the more appropriate paradox. Nothing intrigues a photographer more than fog, I think, and perhaps it is the slow reveal. Somewhere, away from here, the sun rose bold and red; at the shoreline, I had to be content to know it was daybreak as clouds high above lit up and reflected in the lake. Nothing could have pleased me more.