1/6: Epiphany morning

When I was growing up, my family celebrated the Feast of the Epiphany, and I have a lingering fondness for the holiday still, maybe partially because of the very word epiphany.  It seemed fitting to spend this Epiphany morning at the Woolly Hollow creek and cascade.  Only Chris and I were there (compared to the carloads of people there this weekend), and we enjoyed the light on the water and rocks.