Waterfall at the Grandmother Land, at high water the day of Irene. Photo by Eric.
Horizontal perspective, same view as above. Photo by Eric.
Coxing Kill on the Grandmother Land, about 150 feet downstream from the bottom of the falls. The flooded area is a place to hang out, have picnics, make out, etc. Photo by Eric.
Up close, across the flat rocks. Photo by Eric.
Upstream from the top of the falls, on the Grandmother Land, after Hurricane Irene. Photo by Eric.
For perspective, some people on top of the falls. Photo by Eric.
Downstream on the Coxing. Photo by Eric.
Yep that’s the upper perch on the waterfall. Today the Coxing is a raging little river, reminiscent in its glory days of helping glacial meltoff get to the sea.
well said stell, yes – the sound of it is glorious. I do wish I could smell the air….alllmost….
ah…makes me long for the wilds…..
wow — those top two photos: is that the rock we’ve hung out on??? wish i could have seen this in person. impressive.
Oh yeah, I can hear the roar of the water as well! Good one, Stelli — neat thought. Like yourself, I also loved hearing rain as background sound to the podcast last night. The podcast was a lovely surprise on the blog, after coming home in the early hours of the morning. I enjoyed the pilot episode and look forward to the ensuing project unfold, for our listening pleasure.
That’s a super shot Eric, along with the other photographs of the storm in your post below. It’s like being right there, watching and listening and feeling the rush of the stormy waters hurtle downwards, round rocks and over vegetation. The power of nature. Now that’s what I call sexy
— along with some new dreams of working an Austrian Scythe in Wilson, Wisconsin! Heart out to SiS and B.C. for presenting me with an enthralling new experience to try out someday!
I love the sound of this photo.