For me, coming upon a scene like this makes me stop and ponder. I think about life, how nothing really stays the same whether we accept that or not, we to are forced to adapt. Some may think or believe that man stands apart from nature when, in fact, we are a part of it. Summer, Winter, Spring, Fall are seasons and one will follow the other as surely as death follows life, part and parcel of the great cycle. Our lives are nothing more, nothing less than seasons, all a part of the great tapestry of creation. My journey is to discover the beauty in each season of my life and to appreciate my time in each. Fresh snow melt fueled the rushing waters, loud as a train, powerful beyond measure. Light struck the rocks in the foreground while leaving others in shadow. And I, I watched and loved it all...Spring waters.
