12/24: a perch

After a not-so-good morning Chris suggested that we go out to Woolly Hollow in the afternoon.  He read by the creek and I clambered.  For awhile I sat on a dry rock in the top-middle of the cascade.  The water rushed down on my right and left, and I had an amazing view of the various streams feeding the creek from different sides glittering and converging.

A bit of the falling water and light: