Boy Scout Island, Lake Manawa. This was taken a few mornings ago. The air was incredibly still during the predawn hours, and there was just a smattering of clouds inching their way lazily toward the sun. Squadrons of white pelicans were overhead as if on patrol, leaving the water’s surface perfectly calm below them. Minutes later, the squadron came down to fish, shattering the mirror. These moments are rare and fleeting, and I always feel lucky to witness them firsthand.