A serendipitous call from my photo friend, Mac Stone, led us to realize that we were less than an hour apart. Mac had recently moved to SC from the Florida Keys. Even more coincidental, we had just seen a painting of a small intimate waterfall called "Hidden Falls". I was intrigued and the shop owner happened to know about where it was: "near a boiled peanut stand at a wayside pull out on the way to Greenville, SC". Crystal and I decided to try to find it the next day. We would have failed except that the property where this waterfall flowed was being purchased by the land trust that Mac now worked for. He hadn't been there, but knew about it. On a rainy Sunday morning, we packed a picnic (weather-hopeful) and headed for our rendezvous.
Over the next couple rainy days, we touristed in Asheville and visited with friends in nearby Mars Hill and Avery Creek. Here's a view from Jack and Dorothy's front deck.
|3 stages of the same mushroom|
Crystal and I walked along Brush Creek to the national forest at the top of the road each morning. I spent a few hours exploring the intimacies of Brush Creek. Along the way, I photo-played with flowing water and dancing sunlight.