After giving up that morning, I parked my kayak on a rock, caught my breath and put the failing moment into perspective. That moment was short because I was interrupted by the distant sound of laughing.
OK, see … I can explain. It’s not that I was just photographing raindrops although technically there were raindrops being photographed. It’s kind of complicated…maybe you could just give me a minute to explain. Last January I found myself a little frustrated with my photography. Sure I had some success with my images but it…
Finally I reached the bottom of the hill where the drainage from the silt ponds flowed. I couldn’t get this vantage point from the drone. I just stood there as the story played out in front of me. A stream, Cabin Branch, flowed from my right to my left and it went from clear water to muddy muck. The silt ponds appeared to be failing or were overflowing – all that silt was running into the stream, clouding it up and running down hill to the county resevoir. I told myself, I guess I have my image – the clearing of the fields and forest had indeed impacted the water way.