The Lonely Fall

Cascading falls through broken moss covered stone, we’ve been here before. The sounds of the now distant road falling silent beneath the rushing water, the scent of moisture and thick forest washing away the stench of oil and fumes. One could sit here beneath the old oaks for what may seem like forever. The granite crumbling with time, and you’re left alone, looking on in awe at a scene ever changing, ever evolving. Our little, lonely waterfall.

It’s not often you walk to a site for photography with little sign of human interference. I didn’t spot a single broken bottle, crushed can, or refuse discarded by a careless sight seer. It’s not often we find such places. The path was somewhat used, but overgrown since last I set foot here, and that is a relief in a world where some people have given up the guise of environmentalism. It’s not for me to say whether that is a good, or bad thing. It is simply a thing that is.

For this post, rather than speaking shortly about basic editing techniques, I thought I might talk to you about the idea of therapeutic photography. The act of taking a photo, not because you think it’s going to be a good photo, but rather for the gratification of creation. Stilling your mind for a moment, and giving your creative juices an outlet. Not all of us are writers, artists, or musicians. No, not at all. Some, indeed most of us are dreamers. Consider taking your camera out, cell phone, or image capturing device, and just creating something new. let those voices be still for a moment, give yourself to the moment.

Until Next Time!

Aperture: f5
ISO: 1250
SS: 1/4th
Focal: 24mm

Fujinon 16-55mm