Springtime in New England is characterized by blustery days, with alternating warm and cold air streams (sometimes in the same minute).  But this was one of those days when the air was still, it was gloriously warm, the air smelled of freshly made twig, and just a few trees were still begging for their leaves to get completely out in the world.  The light coming across the meadow, through the branches of the trees, and into the water was what I wanted to capture.