IN TRUTH, we asked. About the location. About the nature of the blue smoke. About the smells, the humidity, the water lapping against the boat. But when pressed about the particulars of the image, photographer Sara Reeves wasn’t all that keen on divulging details. Not because there was something about the photo she didn’t want out there. But rather, because spilling the beans would sorta be missing the point. Her intent wasn’t to have people go and see the copse of lithe, water-logged cedars for themselves—because, let’s be honest, there are more than a few places that look this one. Nor for the smoke, undoubtedly long gone. It was, as she says, to leave people with a sense of mystery. To leave them wanting more.