Lago de Atitlan

A languid day spent on a rolling, creaking, wooden dock, a good friend, watching an ever-changing sky and cloud columns form out of the lake flying rapidly into the sky. Beyond corinthian, these clouds like pilliars buttressed by volcanoes, soared over our head, a circular rainbow corona crowned the top and then it was gone.

This photo was taken a few days later on my way walking out of the city.

I will add more from the Lake soon…A special place indeed.