I talk to myself when I’m taking photos and I found I was saying that there must be a limit to how many photos of the same stretch of water is reasonable. And how many years in a row. The thing is, every time I look at the water flowing quickly over the weir at the outflow of Meech Lake, I see something new and can’t resist. So here I am again, early in the morning, cold, in my down jacket wearing mitts with hot shots to keep my hands warm enough to use the camera. And I’m transfixed, as I am every other year that I trudge here over the icy trail simply to see how this year spring is presenting itself, at this part of the Park.
Here some photos of nature’s artistry. click on them if you’d like to see detail:
