There is a part of me that, when my emotions are low, I try to find a way to combat the lowness. And although I haven’t done it as much of late … it’s time to break out the camera and take a walk.
And for me, the walk yesterday was in the Adirondacks.
Just a normal walk, up into the Corinth Reservoir area off County Route 10.
There were still some wisps of autumnal foliage that was starting to fade away…
Nothing major … just a small photo walk.
Heck, at one point I was even photographing the telephone poles. This one still has its old metal numbers nailed into it, numbers that hearken back to the old Niagara Mohawk days.
A bit further down County Route 10, I found a small runoff waterfall near one of the reservoir spillways. The base of the waterfall could be accessed down the side of a culvert. I walked as far as I dared – just because there were leaves on the ground didn’t mean that the ground below the leaves could support the weight of an adult male, so I stepped carefully.
And when I reached the spillway…
I propped myself up against the side of a tree…
And I got this shot.
Yes, the photo’s nice. No, it’s not nice enough to enter into any competitions. Yes, it was a good morning. No, I didn’t feel like it was a good morning.
By the way, did you know there’s another name for a waterfall – one that’s much bigger than this one?
Big waterfalls are called cataracts.
You don’t often hear of waterfalls being described as cataracts.
I haven’t thought about waterfalls as cataracts.
But in a few weeks, I’ll have an appointment to determine what kinds of waterfalls are blocking my vision of late. They’ve been creeping up on me … a little at a time. And now I’m worried about what may happen.
Heck, it’s often hard to type these blog posts and not catch an errant typo or three that I didn’t previously notice.
And I’ve skipped going to Wednesday night trivia games – not because I don’t want to play trivia, but because I’m worried about driving at night. Others have noticed my concerns as well. I have to respect that.
No matter what, though … whatever it takes … I’ll get back to a much better place.
And whatever that better place entails…
I hope that in the future, I won’t think of cataracts as anything other than a fancy name for a large waterfall.
Maybe singer Cris Williamson was right… sometimes it really DOES take a rainy day to just to let you know everything’s going to be all right.