The forests are empty. The parks are ours for the taking. Let’s get out there and enjoy them in their glorious peace and quiet!
It’s just me and the river. I close my eyes and listen to the rushing waters. I skip thin, smooth stones across the water’s surface. I capture some beautiful photographs of the braided cascades.
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My hike this morning takes me to a waterfall close to my heart. It is so lovely that I almost trip over my feet scrambling through the grass to reach it.
Delicate petals in subtle colors create cheerful clusters of flowers around every branch. Better yet, these flowers are clustered around cylindrical buds on the tree’s branches, appearing to burst forth from them.
The tree’s trunk is large enough that 2 people cannot get their arms around it. Secondary branches are thicker than many of the small trees planted in the garden.
I look around the broad stone bowl, soaking as much into my senses as possible. The Little Stony River threads through an opening in the rock directly across from me, high above the basin.
Looking at this photo, I see her quiet contemplation of the still waters around her, searching for opportunities. Wise with her training and experience, she calmly positions herself for success.
The creek enters through colorful foliage, spilling and plunging into several pools. The soothing rhythms, fresh air and colorful surroundings make a perfect place to lose track of time.