Paul Smith's, Adirondacks, NY
Gentle showers before dawn made me wonder if things were really going to clear, but shortly after sunrise the rain stopped and patches of blue appeared. So I stopped at Barnum and wandered the forest a ways, taking the paths that led to shoreline. This was an obvious spot fishermen used, as I did, hopping rocks to get a bit further out. Across from a point on the far shore, the old sky moved above me, slowly, as the front gently pushed it eastward, and barely a ripple broke that mirrored surface cast from above.