Emerald Island | Lake Wenatchee, WA | 2008
My visits to Lake Wenatchee are often marred by winds whipping up whitecaps. But one winter I high-stepped through deep snow to stand alone on a boat dock in utter stillness. Not a breeze, ripple or trembling leaf marred the calm. Until then, to my eyes, Emerald Island had been somehow camouflaged by clouds, waves, forest, light. But there it was that day — crystallized.