During the winter months you can drive through the valleys and pass a dozen waterfalls in a hundred yards. They are so numerous that few stop to look.

This waterfall lies beside an old logging road. It doesn't even have a name yet the more I study this print, the more I realize that this waterfall is older than many things on this planet. The mosses that grow on the rocks and the ferns that waive in the mist have been a part of this hollow for centuries.

The water is so pure and filtered that its taste is beyond refreshing. Cold, clear, humbling. I now stop here for a drink every time I pass it.