What a joy to be standing in the shallow water of a little stream, surrounded by the sounds of the water and the light, the smooth, almost solid surface of the reflections of the high trees. Each turn or move, each piece of the stream, the wind, sun, a cloud—all bring new, magical images.
Of the hundreds of photographs I made at Cady’s Falls, nearly half are already deleted in a quick first viewing. Many more I’ll keep long enough to spend some time with and learn something before they too are deleted. In a situation as dynamic as that morning was, I’m constantly trying new views and a few new techniques—knowing most will not be successful—in the quest for the magic I know is there.
When the “lights came on” finally, it was the magic wand of this one, tall Red Maple that made such a difference in what I was seeing.
And that small bit of red showed up in so many different and lovely ways.
In the end I’m thrilled, of course, to have come away with so many fine photographs and to have them remind me of such a remarkable day. I hope you too enjoy each of them.