I carried my painting gear down a steep trail into the narrow canyon on a drizzly June morning. When I arrived, I had the place to myself. This year I avoided the patch of poison ivy rather than set up in its midst. Progress! I was able to take my time, feeling the moistness of the air, enjoying the roar of the falls, carefully observing the downward paths of the water. Such moments are precious.
I carried my painting gear down a steep trail into the narrow canyon on a drizzly June morning. When I arrived, I had the place to myself. This year I avoided the patch of poison ivy rather than set up in its midst. Progress! I was able to take my time, feeling the moistness of the air, enjoying the roar of the falls, carefully observing the downward paths of the water. Such moments are precious.