Water Threads
I was mesmerized by the soft and yet gushing threads of water as they raced and rushed over the shaded rock. I stayed for hours, working my camera and the scene to capture threads, bits, and pieces of mist and magic. As I edited this image, I felt I was still there, immersed in the mist gently stirred by the ever-present breezes from the falls.
I was mesmerized by the soft and yet gushing threads of water as they raced and rushed over the shaded rock. I stayed for hours, working my camera and the scene to capture threads, bits, and pieces of mist and magic. As I edited this image, I felt I was still there, immersed in the mist gently stirred by the ever-present breezes from the falls.
I was mesmerized by the soft and yet gushing threads of water as they raced and rushed over the shaded rock. I stayed for hours, working my camera and the scene to capture threads, bits, and pieces of mist and magic. As I edited this image, I felt I was still there, immersed in the mist gently stirred by the ever-present breezes from the falls.