The threat of impending rain got me down to our waterfalls Friday morning. My friend, also an Ann, was able to come with me. I wanted to be sure we saw the ice before it all melted. In addition, there could be that wonderful early morning foggy light. That is exactly what we had, and it makes for some magical moments. It is always beautiful down there, but also unpredictable, changing, and unusual.
First, on the way to the big waterfall, icicles on the creek bank, followed by a detail of this photo:
The following photo is of the first waterfalls, taken by my husband, Frank, on Wednesday:
I made the two following photos there on Friday, from the path, still headed toward the big waterfall:
This is farther along the path, in the area of what we call the second waterfall. |
Now: the top of the big waterfall, showing the ice funnel made from the water going over the cliff. I am standing on the forested hillside before going down to the bottom of the "big waterfall". |
Ann up close and personal with the ice pile |
Oh, that foggy mist I mentioned earlier: this is what I saw when I turned around from looking at the ice pile, the cliffs, and Ann:
It is hard not to end by showing this late winter plant that Ann identified, one of the earliest wildflowers to bloom in the forest: a round-lobed hepatica. To me it is full of beauty and hope. However, I also hope we have more ice; I'd like to try for some more photos....
Happy to see these, Ann. I am struck by the echo between the forms of the icicles in the first photo and the fog among the trees in the next to last photo. On a level beneath thought, this consonances reassure me and are part of why walking in the woods is so refreshing and healing.
ReplyDeleteHey Ann, you are amazing. I must see these falls sometime in person. I like the Denver trees too. —Red
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