I can you still hear the powerful roar of the water, can you?
These images bring back vivid memories of sitting, watching and listening in a beautiful place. Focusing on rushing water in a mountain setting has a profound affect on me. It drowns out all worry and releases me to real contentment. A happy state!
The path to this little paradise starts with a sign in Yoho National Park indicating a natural bridge. It’s a nice view after a short walk on a concrete sidewalk, well used by men in dressy shoes. Still the guard rails and tourists exchanging places and photos take something away from the natural ambience. I want more.
A few hundred yards from the sidewalk, my wife and I are alone with the water, trees and rocks. My transformation to contentment is effortless without the distraction of people and their noise.
And yet it’s far from quiet. I free a log trapped at the water’s edge and throw it in the water creating a huge splash. My wife is just around a corner, only a few feet away, and hears nothing above the water’s roar. I make a mental note not to fall in. Not that she could do anything to combat a ripping current that would quickly take me to a very bad state. Maybe the force adds to the beauty.
After surveying and enjoying the scene, I pull out my camera gear and time stands still.
Today, I see the photos and they come alive with the sound of that mighty current driving the water over the rocks.
Reblogged this on Land Of Reblogs.