In The Bleak Mid-Witer

While my wife dropped off a few pieces for the upcoming art show at John Boyd Thacher State Park, handling the administrative details with quiet efficiency, I slipped away to the cliff’s edge. I made the halfway loop along the escarpment and was rewarded for it—Mine Lot Falls locked in winter, frozen solid and gleaming below. The kind of cold, still beauty that makes you stop talking and just take the shot.