Warning! Mostly philosophy and musings ahead, but some outdoor images included at no extra charge.
I spent a few days at Fall Creek Falls in Middle Tennessee earlier this week. The falls is a stunning site, the highest waterfall in the eastern United States, and I’ve visited before, but there was more rain of late than the other visit and it was almost like a different scene. I traveled light this trip and only took my camera and one lens, but still found time to take a few photos. Not the normal contents of this site, no models present, but some interesting images in any case.
After getting in Sunday around noon, I had a nice long stretch of free time. The recent few months have been both busy and a bit turbulent and I’ve only been able to get out into the woods while shooting. Taking a leisurely walk with no agenda other than enjoying a beautiful, warm spring day felt great. I had commitment for later in the evening, but for a few hours I only had time. I started with a nice paved trail snaking along the lake and saw a few flowers peeking out, the nicest being the flower to the left. From there I continued on past the dam and to the main falls.
I saw almost no one until I neared the Fall Creek Falls itself. I spent a few moments at the crowded overlook at the falls. I took a few photos, but the brightness of the day and angle of the sun did not cooperate with me and I couldn’t get the shots that I wanted. So I hiked down a side trail that went behind the falls. Here is a photo taken using the base of the small wooden bridge that crosses this as a tripod. I believe this is Fall Creek, the stream that just downstream from this spot tumbles 256 feet into a gorge creating Fall Creek Falls.
Being in the woods with just you, your thoughts, and a camera makes an amazing way to decompress and ponder life. Things become clearer when you only have the sound of birds, frogs, and the wind around you with nothing else to distract from the dialogue in your mind. The occasional other hiker may pass and exchange a greeting, but you mostly have the chance to visit with yourself. Sitting and watching ducks swimming on the lake a dozen feet away makes it easier to look inward and reflect upon life. It gave me a chance to weigh some paths that I’ve been pondering and I came back to my room more than four miles after starting a little tired, a lot sweaty, and feeling more clear of purpose and plan than I had in months. Questions that had me in turmoil now seem in context and a path has emerged from the cluttered brush.
My commitments kept me inside Sunday evening and then much of the day Monday. Late I made it back out and visited Piney Creek Falls in the same park. A much smaller falls, but also much less crowded and a bit more unfinished. There is no paved path here, just a short and steep trail of rock and dirt that ends at an overlook with at with no rails or fencing between you and the canyon. I didn’t take my camera on this trip, only my iPhone, but that provided the means to take a few photos. The photo to the left I think is the best of the falls. Another longer trail leads back behind the falls and to a suspension bridge over the creek just around the bend atop the falls. The wind made taking a photo there difficult, but I did get one image
As I got back to the room around dark a storm began to blow in. I sat on the patio and watched the weather blow in taking a few photos along the way. Without a tripod, I had to function as my own holding still for each photo. I did manage one very nice view of the lighting over the lake below. Not long after taking this photo the wind picked up, the rain began to fall harder, and the combination pushed me inside.
The stormy skies in this image reflected my mind as I’d arrived Sunday, turmoil and questions. As I went to bed Monday night I felt more the tranquility of Fall Creek above. But that spot still lies just above the chaos of a roaring falls. My mind is calmer and my direction clearer, but the questions are still there. I have a path and a plan now. It’s not perfect of course, nothing in the real world is, but it fits where I am and where I need to go. Time alone will tell where it leads me, but I feel more confident than I had before.
I left late morning on Tuesday reminded about the outdoor beauty that had brought me into the outdoor nude work I’ve done much of the past year and increased desire to do more now that weather has reached a warmer level. I also feel ready to move forward and a calmness I’ve not had for months.
For my shoot with Mya Matthews back on Saturday I decided to head to an old favorite location. This location was the one that I’d mentioned in my post about the storms in late April where the storms had been particularly strong and at least one tornado had touched down. I’d last been there in mid-April, a couple weeks before the storms, and knew there would still be signs of the storm. But I was surprised at the destruction still visible. On the drive there I saw a metal roof on a house that looked like like someone used a giant can opener on it. I saw several buildings that had been destroyed to the foundation. The most striking was a home where only part of one wall and the foundation remained, but the stove next to that wall looked so untouched that you felt you got could go up to it and fix lunch right then.
