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" And I shall have some peace there, For peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veil of morn, To where the cricket sings,
Where midnights all a glimmer, And noon a purple glow,
And evenings filled with linnets wings "
{William Butler Yeats}
This stream comes from a spring that cascades out from under a boulder high up on the ridge in the distance. It plays it own special music as it tumbles down the mountain where it joins many other such streams, eventually forming the great Vartry river which enters the port of Wicklow 20 miles to the south east.
The lone Mountain Ash stands and watches its passing as it has done for so many years.
A wild and a beautiful place.
P@t.
If water had emotions, I think it would be happiest on the move. This is from a trip up Little Cottonwood Canyon back in May.
This was taken near Canyonville, Oregon. I had a devil of a time getting down the very steep banks without falling. I had my gear in a pack so my hands were free to cling to trees and rocks. I knew the light would be difficult because it was early afternoon, so I brought my Lee filters. Getting up was actually a little easier using all four limbs to scurry back up.
Sometimes getting a shot you really want requires deciding how much risk your willing to take. A little nervousness I'm ok with, but if I'm scared or really worried about my gear, I'll take a pass. On this shot I was a little worried about my gear, but not overly, I just kept my hands very close to my camera once the timer began. This was taken pretty far up Little Cottonwood Canyon Creek in Utah. Again, close to home and lots of photo opportunities there.
I was a bit busy for the last few weeks..........
i will catch upon your fabulous photos...............
Took this in the mountains off US-95 about 100 miles south of Lewiston Idaho. This is on the part of the route I had paid $45 for a permit to travel on because of the size and weight of my truck and trailer. This route also eventually took me through the Palouse Scenic Byway on my way to Spokane Washington.
The stream rushing down Little Cottonwood Canyon. Another picture from my last home time back in July. I'll be home again tomorrow. Planning to go up one of the canyons, maybe Mill Creek this time.
Went up Little Cottonwood Canyon last evening. The lower areas I've been photographing were disappointingly nearly dry. Almost turned around to go home, but decided to go further towards the top to see if I might find something to photograph. This area had water, shallow but something at least, and the light looked pretty good. So I walked around taking various shots, while crossing the stream back and forth where I could find stones to step on.
Oh, in case you can't tell, this shot is looking down stream.
Had to check out Little Cottonwood Canyon while home for some Rest & Relaxation. Found a couple of new spots and was happy to see the water is down from last month, I think it will be perfect for the shots I'm looking in August.
Im malerischen Ilsetal südwestlich von Ilsenburg im Harz überwindet die Ilse auf einem Streckenabschnitt von etwas mehr als einem Kilometer einen Höhenunterschied von etwa 120 Metern. Dabei stürzt das Wasser des wilden Harzflusses lautstark rauschend über eine Vielzahl kleiner und größerer kaskadenartig angeordneter natürlicher Wasserfälle talwärts. Die Natur hat hier im Laufe der Jahrtausende eine wahrhaft eindrucksvolle zusammenhängende Attraktion aus Fels und Wasser geschaffen.
In the picturesque Ilse valley southwest of Ilsenburg in the Harz mountains, the Ilse overcomes a difference in altitude of around 120 meters over a section of just over one kilometer. The water of the wild Harz River rushes down the valley with a loud rush over a large number of small and large natural waterfalls arranged in a cascade. Here, over the millennia, nature has created a truly impressive coherent attraction of rock and water.
This is from my last home time. I took my mom with me up Little Cottonwood Canyon (Salt Lake County, Utah) and took a variety of rushing stream shots as darkness fell.
Im malerischen Ilsetal südwestlich von Ilsenburg im Harz überwindet die Ilse auf einem Streckenabschnitt von etwas mehr als einem Kilometer einen Höhenunterschied von etwa 120 Metern. Dabei stürzt das Wasser des wilden Harzflusses lautstark rauschend über eine Vielzahl kleiner und größerer kaskadenartig angeordneter natürlicher Wasserfälle talwärts. Die Natur hat hier im Laufe der Jahrtausende eine wahrhaft eindrucksvolle zusammenhängende Attraktion aus Fels und Wasser geschaffen.
In the picturesque Ilse valley southwest of Ilsenburg in the Harz mountains, the Ilse overcomes a difference in altitude of around 120 meters over a section of just over one kilometer. The water of the wild Harz River rushes down the valley with a loud rush over a large number of small and large natural waterfalls arranged in a cascade. Here, over the millennia, nature has created a truly impressive coherent attraction of rock and water.
Im malerischen Ilsetal südwestlich von Ilsenburg im Harz überwindet die Ilse auf einem Streckenabschnitt von etwas mehr als einem Kilometer einen Höhenunterschied von etwa 120 Metern. Dabei stürzt das Wasser des wilden Harzflusses lautstark rauschend über eine Vielzahl kleiner und größerer kaskadenartig angeordneter natürlicher Wasserfälle talwärts. Die Natur hat hier im Laufe der Jahrtausende eine wahrhaft eindrucksvolle zusammenhängende Attraktion aus Fels und Wasser geschaffen.
In the picturesque Ilse valley southwest of Ilsenburg in the Harz mountains, the Ilse overcomes a difference in altitude of around 120 meters over a section of just over one kilometer. The water of the wild Harz River rushes down the valley with a loud rush over a large number of small and large natural waterfalls arranged in a cascade. Here, over the millennia, nature has created a truly impressive coherent attraction of rock and water.
Ein Klitzekleiner Wasserfall am Finkenbach.
Polfilter & ND64 Graufilter
A tiny waterfall at the Finkenbach.
Polarizing filter & ND64 gray filter
Decided to head up Little Cottonwood Canyon again before hitting the road Wednesday. This time I went later, so no filters needed. Climbed down amongst the bolders, found my perch, and began taking pictures, feeling renewed and excited, like the energy from the stream was rushing into my body, left exhilarated and relaxed. I love this place.