In the Trees

A little outside Bellingham there is a park with a waterfall hidden in the trees. I was trying to find it from memory. I got turned around, as they say, and lost my way. Once I found my way again, all the time I had set aside for galavanting in the woods was wasted and the sun was setting behind a layer of slate colored clouds.

The woods were dark and the waterfall was loud and swollen from a wet and rainy winter. My flat soled boots slid on the wet moss and the mud. My camera struggled to keep the images still in the low light. It started to rain and my fingers were frozen with cold.