Tim braves the cold, gets into his waders, and ventures into the water. He sets his line to clear the weed bed near shore. He knows the trout will be anxious to feed after the heavy snow. He lets the line rest on the still water as he takes in the snowy mosaic across the lake. There is something in a body of still water that soothes the spirit. When a snowy hillside is reflected in that water you have a scene that begs to be captured and shared. We revel in being witness to the spectacle.