As I mentioned in my last post, it often takes a while before the creative juices start flowing and things begin to fall into place – when things just click. So it was at Dark Hollow Falls: I started out shooting the obvious stuff, but after about an hour, I began to unconsciously “get into the place”. Initially, I spent some time shooting “into” the falls, try to capture some of the magical quality that falling water possesses as it moves over the rocks. I then put the camera in the bag and collapsed the tripod, and did some conservative rock scrambling to get a different, and hopefully better, perspective on the scene. Once I was up at the next level, I set up the camera and tripod and began taking some more pretty conventional pictures looking up the falls. But, it wasn’t until I looked back down to the pool at the base of the falls that several more shots presented themselves one right after the other. The following two shots are what I consider the best that I got on that day.
As is typical with this type of experience, you realize the moment has passed and it is time to pack up and head home when you start taking those “standard” shots again. The sky had been getting darker as I climbed back to the car, and my trip north on Skyline Drive was shrouded in fog. The rain started just as I exited the park on my way to Sperryville and then Warrenton, where I had lunch with my son-in-law, Zack. All in all, a pretty good day.