Spring has arrived! Although snow from a late-season storm accents the landscape in higher elevations, there’s no mistaking it’s spring. I wish I could add the haunting trumpet notes of the sandhill crane that accompanied this image. Their calls echoed through the mountains as I stood at the edge of the lake observing where land was reflected into the water—painted in long, soft brushstrokes. Pure magic.
it's (almost always) about the water... 
Thank you for adding the crane calls to our thoughts. I can hear them in this serene setting. Roll on, spring!
One of the most lovely sounds, thanks!