Even the smooth stones ache
With stories of their own
In the shuddering light of day.”
― Scott Hastie
Emerging from their icy bondage, two stones, or is it three, rest upon their captor, as ice water flows over them.
What’s the story of these stones? They sit alone, apart from others. Where did they come from? The pure ice they rest in fills a narrow but deep, steep walled, valley that flows into the Duffins Creek valley. Because of this, the hiking trail follows the valley rim and diverts far from the creek.
I looked into the valley, and hearing the sound of numerous cascades, decided to climb into the valley to photograph them. At the base of the valley, I found not just the small cascades which I heard, but a narrow frozen creek of bright white, with these rock embedded in it. It was not what I was looking, but I’m glad I entered the valley or I would not have found this beautiful scene.
Tamron 70-200 mm f/2.8 @ 190 mm
1/125 sec, f/5.6, ISO 250