I just realized I haven't posted in a while. So here it is. Taken last year in Italy. If things had gone according to my plan you would see Tres Cime in this image. You don't. Instead you see Lago di Dobbiaco. It was a mixture of mediocre planning (a.k.a. no planning) and bad luck that had me have to come up with a spontaneous plan b. So I found myself at the shore of this lake on my last sunrise on that trip. The mist, the low hanging clouds and the colors in the sky peeking shyly out from behind the mountains more than made up for my initial failure. And then there's me. Talking in a calm voice to that swan telling him or her where it might be best to rest for a little while. Call me the swan whisperer.