Summer at the Lake

This is the kind of moment where the light does something you can't quite catch with a camera, so I try to catch it with gold instead.

The gold leaf here becomes the water itself - that low, late sun turning the surface into something molten, almost liquid metal, while the tree line above stays cool and shadowed by comparison. Along the bottom, the wild grasses and scattered white blooms are painted more loosely, almost flicked into place, grounding the shimmer of the lake with something a little wilder and more overgrown.

This piece is deliberately ambiguous - I haven't given you an exact lake, or a specific hour. I've just given you enough: the grasses, the last light, the stillness of water at the end of a summer day. My hope is that it doesn't just show you a lake - it reminds you of one. Maybe one you've stood beside yourself, at exactly that moment when the day is ending but you're not ready to go inside yet.