Jack of Harts

I grew up in the Lake Country, seeing trees and sky reflected off the surface of the water. It’s like a perfect mirror when the lake is calm. Sometimes the ripple of a fish or bird will disturb it a bit. Maybe a boat will send waves all over it. But if the wind is calm and the people and animals are quiet, the lake will always calm back down again. And that is when you see everything above by keeping your eyes down. Trees. Bonfires. Clouds. Stars. It’s amazing what you can see in a crystal clear lake in Northern Minnesota.