This personal project began as a simple goal to return to the same place, again and again, with a camera and no agenda. Over the course of two years and six trips, I photographed this small subalpine lake through every season.

The lake itself doesn’t have a name — at least not one I’ve ever found — so early on I started calling it “Wetwater Lake,” a weird brain worm that got stuck in my head born during one of my groggy pre-dawn hikes. It’s tucked beneath the ridgelines near Squamish, and barely shows up on most maps. In summer, the water drops with the end of the snowmelt, leaving it shallow and a bit murky, but still perfect for a quick swim.

Each visit offered a different version of the same scene: early fall with the first snow dusting the peaks, deep winter mornings etched with hoar frost, the high melt of spring, and the soft quiet of midsummer. The mountain in the background is Atwell, for those inclined to solve a map-based mystery — and maybe even find it for yourself.