Hi everyone. I don't have a real editorial purpose in today's post, a dangerous concept I realize, but sometimes a little rambling is just fine. Let's just say the point is to show a few new images from a recent shoot. A lot of commitments have kept me from being behind the camera over the past few months, a situation it seems, that puts me in a state of anxiety. So when I can muster up an escape for a few hours I will take advantage of the opportunity.
Muddy Creek, is an old friend. Its multitude of characteristics and personalities have graced many of my blog posts. I have made hundreds of images in this gorge over the last few years and it never ceases to bring me an immense amount of joy. As I exit the car, I can tell the amount of water flow just from the sound, which rises up from the bottom of the gorge. A visual inspection always corroborates this. The climb down is steep and is like entering another world. Moss and lichen covered rocks lie at jaunty angles along the banks, draped by hemlocks, and adorned with the detritus of fallen leaves. In the Spring, huge ferns, crushed by deep snow spring back to life, while overhead the birds welcome a new day.
An inspection of the conditions within the gorge serves to remind me of the real power of water. Flooding from heavy rains or snow melt brings forth natures broom, sweeping downstream rocks, logs, and any loose item that cannot withstand the physical force of the water. As it has done since the last glacier receded the water will continue to change the gorge. Rocks will move and shift as will the giant logs that are jammed into some of the slots within the creek. But it will take time. And time is always on natures side. Time though, is not necessarily on our side. Which is why it is important to step away and be in these places. We are all too often cut and divided, pulled and pounded, by the forces of our everyday lives. The noise and cacophony is like an ever present static grinding in our ears.
But here in the gorge, or in any natural environment, that white noise is washed away by the notes of a different symphony. Like a Siren's Song the instruments of nature's orchestra lure you in and ask you stay, begging you to stop and be still, if only for a moment. So perhaps I actually do have a point to make today. I for one needed this respite. Enjoy. RHC