I have long loved Lake Verret and the surrounding area (particularly Pierre Part). I was never an early morning person, unless my dad woke me up to go fishing, and then I’d bound out of bed and be dressed and ready to go in a nanosecond–something I’ve never mastered for anything else in my life, except photography. This morning, I was at my parent’s fishing camp, and got up before sunrise to take some photos. The best part about the morning was (a) beating my dad up and (b) him joining me out on the end of the pier with his cup of coffee and Sam, his dog.

 morning through the cypress trees