This past spring a very large Snapping Turtle died in Westwood Lake. The floated right off a frequently used dock for a few days before sinking down into the muck (and sparing anyone visiting the dock some intense odors of decay). I didn't really count, but in a matter of days most of the soft tissue was consumed by scavengers and only the turned over carapace remained visible. In the right sunlight it assumed a somewhat luminous quality. I enjoy staring down into a lake's water and letting my gaze soften a bit so that the perception of depth is lessened and the distinction between reflections on the water's surface and what lies beneath the surface is blurred.