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From the lodge at Lake Crescent, Washington, you can take a short hike to a Marymere Falls. The hike leads you through a path of old forest, moss, and ferns for a short distance, before it crosses the pictured bridge and starts to ascend through a series of switch-backs up the hill. I really liked this part of the hike in particular, because the bridge is constructed using trimming from an old fallen tree. I love the look and feel of natural elements when they are used for projects like this. Nothing breaks up your Zen with nature like a big metal bridge in the middle of the forest. Know what I mean?
I have to admit, the falls here looked a little bit more impressive when I was actually taking this picture. I usually try to find some object in the field of view that will give a bit of perspective to judge the actual size by, however, for this shot I had to hop the split rail fence and slide down the hill a bit in order to get my composition. By the time I got in place, there really wasn’t anything but the downed trees that provided any sense of scale. And since these trees are so huge to begin with, it’s a bit hard to understand just how large the falls really are.
If there’s one thing Lake Crescent does not have a shortage of, it’s trees. Many of these trees are these huge old growth monsters. And it just serves to reason that eventually one or two fall down, into the water, and bob around until they become a huge piece of driftwood. And then, maybe years after that happens, they end up the foreground subject matter in a photograph that you’re looking at now.
Walking through the Olympic National Park forest, I half expected to hear a horn followed by some sort of Rube Goldberg-Ewok trap going off. Don’t get me wrong, I am pro-rebel forces as far as that’s concerned, but it was a bit nerve-wracking all the same.
I wonder what it is in our psyche that attracts us to photographs of paths, roads, trails, etc… I suppose it must be some sort of symbolism for moving forward in our lives, starting a journey, being positive, endurance…. Things like this. But speaking for myself, whenever I see a picture like this, I immediately place myself on that path. I try to imagine the smell of the forest, the coolness of the air under the shade of the trees, the sounds of the birds, or the dirt crunching beneath my feet. Do you do this too?
I must have taken a hundred pictures just at this section of the beach at Lake Crescent Lodge in the Olympic National Park. The sky was a nice blue, the clouds were a nice interesting complement, and there was no shortage of foreground subjects.
As we pulled up into the lodge parking lot at Lake Crescent, this was one of the first views to greet us. I'm not really sure what type of speeches, or ghost stories, or training may be given here, but it is an interesting seating congfiguration, and a pretty geometric pattern for a photo.
The mossy growth hanging from the trees of the forest canopy, made me feel like a rebel soldier about to invade the imperial base on Endor. Didn't happen to see any Ewoks though...
If there’s one thing Lake Crescent does not have a shortage of, it’s trees. Many of these trees are these huge old growth monsters. And it just serves to reason that eventually one or two fall down, into the water, and bob around until they become a huge piece of driftwood. And then, maybe years after that happens, they end up the foreground subject matter in a photograph that you’re looking at now.
If there’s one thing Lake Crescent does not have a shortage of, it’s trees. Many of these trees are these huge old growth monsters. And it just serves to reason that eventually one or two fall down, into the water, and bob around until they become a huge piece of driftwood. And then, maybe years after that happens, they end up the foreground subject matter in a photograph that you’re looking at now.
If there’s one thing Lake Crescent does not have a shortage of, it’s trees. Many of these trees are these huge old growth monsters. And it just serves to reason that eventually one or two fall down, into the water, and bob around until they become a huge piece of driftwood. And then, maybe years after that happens, they end up the foreground subject matter in a photograph that you’re looking at now.
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