Following the Water

I did not set out to make a trip of it. It started as an afternoon at the lake and kept going.

The dock was empty when I arrived and stayed quiet until the light turned gold. That was the moment—I stopped trying to photograph it and just watched.

A few days later the trail followed a waterfall through cool stone. The lake and the gorge shared the same reminder: water has been doing this far longer than I have been here to notice.