Tenant Creek, Adirondacks, NY.
It was late on this winter afternoon, and I was not inclined to stop really. I was chilled from the damp/cold of the mist up the river a ways, where the falls had been my attraction for coming here. But the quality of the light through the forest stopped me, raking across and broken apart by a thousand trees, creating little highlights, all the way back, up the length of my walk. So I came to the water, here, where the rocks began to split the flow. It all looks so calm upstream, in hindsight, but the reality is a lot of breaks in the flow, just like this. They are only smoothed by distance and time. I put my fingers just above the water, and ever so often it jumps to wet them. You are so cold.