There is a magical quality in the early morning of central Indiana. I love driving through the mist and fog that is collected in lower places. The sunlight is diffused in a yellow glow as it tries to penetrate through.
This is a painting of Lake Pisgah. The sun just peeks over the horizon. You see it twice, in the air and reflected in the water. The morning mist can be seen in the trees across the lake, and sky and treeline are mirrored above and below the horizon line. Before the sun gets very high, the sky is a pinkish tone.