On the morning of February 23rd I went to Great Hills Park, lately in these pages a local travelogue for the Land of Lichen, because we’d had rain overnight. A shutter speed of 1/15 of a second turned the creek at the base of this small but suddenly abundant waterfall into aqueous fur; what else would you expect after you’d had rain pelt down?
Back in the world of clarity, slightly upstream on the creek into whose side that little waterfall flowed I toyed with the interplay between reflections and shallowly watered rocks.
And elsewhere in Great Hills Park I visited the strange creek that emerges from the bedrock and cascades briefly downhill to form a pool.
UPDATE: I’ve added a fanciful addition to the end of the recent post showing a southern dewberry flower.
© 2016 Steven Schwartzman