Slowly moving water can reflect the sun-drenched tops of tree with endless and stunning variation. When that water is a small stream trickling sound and magic over a hundred ledges on a wooded Vermont hillside, it is as close to heaven as I’ve come in this life.
While the camera “sees” things my eyes cannot, mainly because it stops a moment in time, I’ve grown to know where to look and to be delighted by the results.
We continue to see images of the power of water to alter people’s lives in unimaginable ways. I thank all readers to consider donating money to help relieve some of the resulting pain. The Houston Food Bank is a good place to start.
It is always so delightful to travel with you each day. We make a good team. We had a sunset last night that had us both saying I wish John were here to capture it, constant change in color and the most unusual shapes that resembled horses running across the sky.