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Convict Lake holds a lot of memories for me. I've come to sit at its shore many times throughout the years, during good times, and not so good times. This visit was on a evening during a particularly difficult winter for me, feelings of loneliness ran high. Driving south towards Los Angeles, I was drawn to the lake to watch the colors change as the sun set. The clouds whispered to me the possibility of a colorful show, but I sat there until dark and it didn't come to fruition. It was freezing. The lake was as still as glass. I sat there, toes almost touching the water, and photographed the slowly darkening scene in front of me. It made me forget about whatever was troubling me, taking in the quiet stoicism of the granite peaks and crystal clear water. The beautiful scene was mirroring beauty right back. I didn't have a single negative thought for the remainder of the drive. There's some sort of magic in these mountains.