Sissie and I had the chance to go for a long walk in the woods ... how much fun to tramp through the underbrush ... down the overgrown logging road ... hiking to the bottom of the canyon via the old deer trail ... to the magical place we called "Deer Valley". When we were kids we built forts there, waded in the creek, and played away the long summer days. What memories! What magic.
We took so many pictures in our magical place. So much is the same, like Huckleberry Bridge (a massive old growth log that fell over the creek more than 50 years ago). So much is different (the trees have grown huge, 'mud flats' is now gone).
I noticed the reflection of a fern in the murky waters of the creek.
The canyon walls, and the trees overhead cast strange shadows over the water, as did the few rays of sunshine that managed to sneak through.
I knew that FINALLY I had a shot that I could say ...
"It was a Prospero Moment"!
To see what I mean, check out Serendipitous Garden. You'll be amazed and delighted.