I’m sure to most, standing along a creek and watching it flow is a lot like watching grass grow.
For me, sight, sound and smell become engaged and the end result is intoxicating.
I have no clue what’s going through my head at that point. Hopes, dreams, possibilities and memories all become one long flow of thoughts and mental images.
Not much different than how the water is flowing.
The other day I stood along a creek and took about a dozen shots of the creek as it flowed over rock. I wanted to see if I could capture the flow and glare and play of the water.
I have no clue if I succeeded, but I like the end results.
These shots and this post is for me. They’re only sized to fit here and I did no other post processing to them. I wanted to see how they looked when I took the shots.
I get to take breaks at work and now I can come here, click on this gallery of images and slowly go through the them.
Possibly relive in my head what I enjoy doing more than anything else.
I’ll have to watch so I don’t become mesmerized and slack jawed with a bit of drool forming at the corner of my mouth that has to be noisily sucked back in.
I could only imagine the level of ridicule from my coworkers that I would have to endure.