Fall at Dundee Falls

Sunday's storms brought (among other things) really great rain, waking up streams and waterways across the area. I had been wanting to explore Dundee Falls with the beautiful fall colors, kept putting it off, at last the storms came through and I knew the falls would be flowing! Bundling up in all my cold weather wear I struck out early Monday morning to spend some time at this hidden gem. From the parking area, a generally quiet area where you might hear birds chirping or an amish buggy trotting down the road, the low rumble of falling water could be heard. Walking closer the volume increased, first from a rumble slowly getting louder until the roar was so loud it was the only thing I could hear, the crunching leaves ceased to crunch as the water sang the song of her journey. With my tripod in one hand and walking staff in the other I was able to navigate through the rushing waters, tugging on my legs to have me join in their journey. Soaked halfway up my calfs, feeling the urgency of the rushing waters, smelling the leaves as they lay, composting, the colors slowly falling from the trees, its as if fall understands such grandiose can only last a short time, it pushes, bursts, creates so much beauty before it all falls. Then, after the colors fade, the paints muddy, the great artist primes the canvas once again, letting the white sit, dry, digging deep to find the inspiration, taking months to mull it over, before it's time to start the painting again.
Wherever you choose to go outside this week, you will not be disappointed, bundle up!