This photograph was made shortly after arriving at the East Fork of the Black River at the end of July 2016, around 2:30 in the afternoon. I don't usually take too many shots at midday. The light is flat and casts few shadows. It's too harsh and not dramatic enough. But a beautiful place doesn't care. It just doesn't. It stays beautiful the entire day and into and through the night with little regard for our silly human concerns. A beautiful place doesn't even care if it's beautiful or not. It may not even care at all. It just is. And it is beautiful!
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