This picture reminds me of the sound of the rushing streams in the Smoky Mountain National Park. This water is cold and fast and loud, and when you step into it you are carried away by the sheer, unstoppable motion. I remember holding my children's hands as we walked across these streams and I have rarely felt so much a part of the great, changing forces of nature.
Smoky Mountain Nat'l Park: July 2009
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