I walked down to our lake yesterday evening after the sun had gone behind a cloud bank. There was any breeze at all, but the surface of the lake wasn't still. I was hoping for a good reflection.
It had rained Tuesday evening and into the night. It was still cloudy Wednesday morning when I went out to see what treasures were left. This bald cypress tree is in our yard, and I was able to stand under it and shoot to the east.
On Wednesday, the water on the lake was perfectly calm. The reflections are perfect.