It was a foggy morning on Lake Sammamish when I came across a large patch of water reeds. With the still water reflecting both the heavy fog and the reeds, it looked as though the reeds were floating in air. As I moved along the boardwalk, the relationships between the reeds changed, giving completely different images. Sometimes it looked as though I had fallen into Joan Miró’s sketchbook or maybe Picasso’s. Or perhaps an alien language was hidden in the reeds. Sometimes a duck would paddle through – reality breaking through the mirage. It was an experience I won’t soon forget.