CLOUDLAND CABIN JOURNAL - March 2014, Part B - March 18th to present

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03/18/14 I spent the night working along Falling Water Creek - the photo below was taken in the middle of the night when a thin layer of clouds passed in front of the moon and cast soft light on Six Finger Falls (this is a very long exposure). The moon was VERY bright! (Just in case you were saying to yourself that "This looks like it was taken in the middle of the day!" - moonlight is nothing more than sunshine bounced off the moon, so if you expose a scene long enough in the camera it will indeed look just like daylight!)


03/19/14 Lucy and I were back on Falling Water Creek last night to take a few more pictures. In case you are wondering about Lucy, she can no longer be left alone, so whenever my lovely bride is on the road it is just Lucy and I. She always gets some special treats from me, although I still think she prefers snuggling up next to her momma!

We arrived an hour before dark so went on a bushwhack up the hillside, through open forest and steep terrain. Lucy is not fond of just sitting around - she is only happy when on the move! So we moved a lot, and ended up climbing a pretty steep grade, up to a terrific overlook of the Falling Water drainage, and even over into the Richland Creek Wilderness Area. We could also see into the face of Keefe Falls, which was running pretty good from the recent rains. Lucy was a happy camper to be out and running free, and the views at sunset were very nice - and for once I was off duty and did not have a camera!

As darkness fell I spent the next hour or so taking a few pictures around the Six Finger Falls area, trying to capture some of the fleeing and quite active light and color that is constantly changing just after sunset. The creek had come down some from the flood of a couple days ago, but it was still running nicely.

Then I set up two cameras pointing over the falls and towards the night sky, which was quickly filling with stars - they were calling for a clear night, and the "transparency" of the sky was pretty good, so those stars would show up well in a picture. One of the cameras was shooting a series of 3-minute exposures, and the other camera shooting a series of 30-second exposures - both roughly pointed at the same scene. After a bit of testing to make sure everything was working well, I hit the start button that started the sequence of images that would continue until about 5am. At that time I had to gather up the cameras and head into town for a doctor's appointment. Typically the twocameras take 1400-1600 photos total during the night.

A couple of hours later, I was shook awake from a deep sleep, and I knew instantly that something was wrong. Was I really hearing RAINDROPS? It was supposed to be clear all night, with a bright moon. As my mind began to slowly come to life, I realized it was not only raining, but POURING - holy cow, my cameras were unprotected! I strapped on my boots, grabbed a jacket and flashlight, and dashed down the hillside to my cameras, which by that time were already soaking. I did not realized until later back at the cabin that it had already been raining at least 20 minutes! I collected my camera gear and hurried back to the van to get everything dried off.

Both cameras have some degree of weather proofness, but I never meant for them to sit out in a driving rainstorm. Mental note to self - ALWAYS cover the cameras with waterproof cover when leaving all night! There was a lot of other electrical stuff attached to my cameras, but I had all of it inside a camera bag and nothing got wet. And today after I put everything back together again and tested, it looks like the cameras are fine. YIPPIE COYOTE!

My star trails and timelapse sequence got shut down when I packed everything up during the rainstorm, so they did not happen. Bummer. It wasn't until this afternoon when I got home that Pam mentioned driving through the same storm last night that had a lot of heavy rain, hail, and LIGHTNING. Hum, I wondered if my cameras caught any lightning? I had no clue until I downloaded all the images and took a look. One camera had three different pictures of lightning (the camera taking 30-second exposures). And the other camera got a single photo that included all the lightning (during a single 3-minute exposure). So out of the storm, there was lightning for less than 3 minutes in my area, which was the duration of the single photo. The camera recorded the sky color as purple, which contrasted nicely with the cooler waterfall and creek color. If you look close, you can see many raindrops on the lens surface.


They are once again calling for "clear" skies tonight - hum, not sure if I will be about to go out again tonight and shoot or not, but if I do, I will be sure to cover the cameras, just in case!


Trout lily - the first flower of spring at Cloudland - a week or two late but still beautiful!

03/22/14 I just had a magical moment deep in the forest, in total darkness, when a brisk thunderstorm rolled through and hit me right in the face! It was very dark, with a heavy cloud cover to obscure any starlight. I was just out hiking, moving along slowly from tree to tree, when the winds suddenly shifted. I stopped, turned just in time to see a flash of lightning to the southwest. Oops! Less then two minutes later another flash was followed by a rather large BOOM, and along with it - a gentle rain. Moments later it was not such gentle rain, but rather a downpour. I didn't have a raincoat, but I was fine - I had my hat!

The depth of the darkness kind of took me by surprise - I can almost always see SOMETHING out there. But it was like a blank wall tonight. As the rain and thunder and lightning and wind continued, I began to ease my way on downhill and to my left a little bit - that was were the cabin should be. I was in no hurry, and used my feet to feel around the soft forest floor to guide me. My hands would go from tree branch to tree trunk to tree branch. The cool rain felt great. Sometimes I had a little help.

When a bolt of lightning happened, the entire forest landscape lit up and strobed and nearly blinded me for a moment or two. I could look deep into the night and see. And then it was dark again. I would move a little faster, take several steps in the direction I remembered there being no trees in. Pause, then wait for another flash, and another few steps.

It was good to be in the woods during a storm - lots of good electrical things produced by the lightning, along with the fresh air scrubbed clean. I took it all deep into my lungs, and let it out slowly. Raindrops ran down my cheek and were quite refreshing.

I stopped once and hugged a big old oak tree - I could barely wrap my arms all the way around its damp, soft bark. Then I looked up and waited, more raindrops streaming down my face. And then BAM! The sky lit up with brightness and color, and I could see the naked framework of the tree and its many branches - all silhouetted against that bright sky for a moment. And then the curtain closed and I hugged tighter.

Kind of weird, I know, but what the heck - I live in the middle of the woods and I adore both storms and trees! I'll take more of both please.....

03/27/14 (sorry for the long post!) It's 4am and the cabin is rockin' - howling winds have been trying to get in all night. Not much rain, just lots and lots of roaring going on outside. Funny, but we've not heard much in the way of flying deck furniture - guess it is already pinned up against the cabin! Our poor deck chairs - they take a real beating when the wind blows, but some of them I've had out since 1998 and still holding up just fine - they've traveled a lot through the air. Amazing we've never had a broken window.

Last night is the first I've taken off in a while. Or should I say last one I've been here all night for. I spend much of it next door in the print room catching up from some equipment failure. My big printer has been down for more than a week, and I finally was able to isolate the problem and get a replacement part shipped overnight from Canon - WOW, I can't believe how great their customer service was! Although I guess for a really expensive printer it should be. Then I spent more of the night trying to recover some images from a camera memory card that I hoped were there, but it turned out were not there. One of the cameras I had used to do a series of all-night images failed, and I was not sure if it had actually worked and the files were hidden - we have ways to find that stuff these days, but I found out early this morning that it was indeed the camera that failed and not the card. Bummer.

I'll step back now three days to last Sunday, when Lucy and I headed the bookmobile south for a six-hour drive to Cossatot Falls State Park Natural Area in the Ouachitas. (My lovely bride was in Missouri where her mom was having hip-replacement surgery so it was just Lucy and I.) I've always loved this unique spot that sits right in the middle of a vast timber company tree farm empire - the river corridor itself was protected back in the 1990s, but has long been a favorite for kayakers for some serious whitewater spots.

We arrived several hours before dark and discovered the river and falls area were flooded - really up and rolling pretty good. So much so that many of the famous rock features were underwater! I had planned to hike downstream to the lower end of the waterfall area (these are actually a long series of cascades, but we all call them "falls" - extremely scenic). Then spend the night shooting upstream with a sky full of sparkling stars above it all. But the water was so high I could not get very far downstream. Bummer.

And then I realized the was a way to get down there, and in fact a pretty easy one. Many moon ago in the late 1990s I designed what would be my next-to-last hiking trail, the River Corridor Trail that now runs the full length of this park along the Cossatot River (17 miles or something like that). The state did not have funds to construct the trail back then, but I laid out a route through some pretty tough terrain that I felt like would be a really scenic hiking trail once it was built (along with help from Ken Eastin - way to come to my rescue Ken and Terry!).

This trail heads from the falls parking area downstream about half way up the hill, with an amazing view of the falls below, which puts the hiker nearly right on top of the falls - it is quite a stunning view from up there, especially when the water is high! I never really thought they would actually construct the trail across this very steep hillside, but they got it done, and it is one of the most scenic half miles of trail in the state, especially when the leave are off like now.

Anyway, Lucy and I took the trail to a point above the river where I thought I needed to be, then we left the trail and headed down the hillside (the river was out of sight by this time). It was REALLY steep - like going from tree-to-tree to keep from falling down steep. We made it down to the top of a bluff with a perfect view of the falls area upstream. Lucy was not at all happy with the situation - it was so steep that even her 16-claw drive would slip from time to time. But that is where the great view was, so that is where I would set up and shoot.

Back in the campground a the bookmobile, it was after dark by the time I got all of my camera gear packed and ready to go, and we headed out along the trail - since there was no moon, I used a headlamp to be sure I stayed on the very narrow trail - getting off trail along the steep hillside would mean a bad tumble that would probably not end well.

I must tell you that things look different in the dark, even with a flashlight. I had marked the spot along the trail where I needed to break off and head down the steep slope, but once I did, I was met with a wall of thick forest that all looked the same from the ground up. And it was so steep that just stopping was a chore - gravity was pulling all of me down, and not in a good way. It was so thick that I could only see literally a few feet ahead, and I was having a tough time figuring out which way to go (it was DOWN in all directions!). This was compounded by the fact that I had to have Lucy on a leash, and she kept getting tangled in the brush - plus as I noted, she was not a happy camper to begin with.

Turns out that Lucy wanted no part of this midnight mission, and she somehow squirmed out of her collar and took off back up the hillside to the trail. I had to abandon my camera gear and go find her. Since I did not know exactly where I was at the time, nor be able to find my way back to that spot in the dark, I placed an extra flashlight on the camera backpack and pointed it straight up into the dense thicket of branches in hopes it would act as a beacon later on. Climbing back up to the trail was pretty easy - I usually much prefer going UP a steep slope to going down one. And I could see Lucy's reflective stripes on her vest. But she was a little bugger and ended up running all the way back to the campground, with me chasing behind! I locked her away in the van and returned to the trail.

The forest was so thick that even while standing on the trail directly above where I thought my camera gear was, I could not see the flashlight beam. And I wondered if the batteries had gone dead? I spent a bit of time in a controlled fall on that hillside searching for my camera backpack, stopping a couple of times to turn my light off and see if I could see the other light. All the while there was a loud roar of Cossatot Falls below. And then a chill ran down my spine. I realized that one of the most terrifying moments of my life happened down on the river below, on a dark night back in 1989 when I was camped on the gravel bar below the falls with six other people. We had an "encounter" with something - not an alien - but rather something else - that shook us all to the core and to this day remains unexplained. Well, actually we can explain it, but don't want to believe what it was since I generally don't believe in such creatures.

Anyway, I thought about that experience, and, well, you know how your mind gets to playing tricks, and that old terror returned. I could not afford such fear at the moment, so I literally thumped myself on the head with my hand - WAKE UP BOY!!! And got back to the business at hand and eventually found my camera bag, then made it down to the top of the bluff.

I set up one camera near the top of the bluff, then worked down closer to the water and set up another camera down there, right at the edge of the roaring whitewater. The sky was clear and there were a zillion stars, and it was just incredible! And then I saw lights - not of any bigfoot monster (they don't have lights), but of three guys from the campground who were trying to make their way down the bank of the river towards my location. I wasn't worried about them stealing my camera gear - they could not get to my position the way they were going - but their lights were messing up my pictures! They got within about a hundred yards of me and stopped - that was as far as they could go. Their lights looked all around, back and forth. Then they turned them all off for a while. Then all the lights came on again. I believe they were trying to figure out what to do next, and perhaps turned them all off to gaze in wonder at all the great beauty like I was doing. Eventually they turned around and made their way back upstream to the campground, with their lights being recorded right in the middle of my pictures by both of my cameras. That happens sometimes when there are other people around, but generally it doesn't happen at night!

About 30 minutes later the lights returned - all three of them came back down the river bank and right through my pictures! Nothing I could do about it. They stopped short of my spot once again, and after a while I decided they were of no threat to my camera gear, so I left and headed back to the bookmobile, leaving two cameras set up to record whatever happened during the night, and hoping the guys on the river would not figure out how to get to them (I don't think they ever saw me or my cameras). It was an easy hike back and Lucy was glad to see me!

Monday. I got up at 4am and headed back to where my cameras were - I figured out a direct route from the trail down the steep hillside to the top of the bluff, and this time Lucy was happy to come with me (I let her off the leash the last bit so she could make her own way). I discovered that the falls had created quite a bit of mist early in the morning, which covered my camera lenses and ruined the thousand or so photos they had each taken during the night - oops! (NO way to prevent this getting onto the front of the lens while taking pictures when blowing mist happens, 'tis just the nature of the beast.)

By this time the moon had risen and was lightning up the falls area, and the rising mist actually added a great deal to the scene. So even though my nightlong timelapse/star trail shots did not work out, I was able to spend the next couple of hours before dawn shooting the beautiful scene with a third camera that I had brought in with me - it was MAGICAL!


When working on a book project like I am now (Arkansas At Night), I tend to get tunnel vision and will only take pictures of what I'm working on and generally ignore everything else photographically. It is a fault of mine for sure because I miss so many opportunities to photograph other amazing scenes, but over the years it is just the way that works best for me - I can concentrate both mentally and physically on the task at hand and can do a better job of it instead of having my attention diluted by everything else. However, I must tell ya that this was a difficult thing to do there at Cossatot Falls - the light both the evening before and this morning were just INCREDIBLE on the water - oh my! But I had to remain focused, and I never once set up to shoot it - I had to keep focused on the night work. And so I did.

We left the falls area and headed over towards Shady Lake and discovered a BRAND NEW road that was just being completed from the highway right to the dam of the lake - WOW, what an improvement! Shady Lake is one of my most favorite spots in the state - not just the surrounding area, but the actual lake and campground - one of the top 100 in Arkansas for sure. It was built by the CCCs back in the 1930's and retains much of their craftsmanship and charm.

We scouted a location for a possible nighttime photo near the lake and made a few mental notes, then drove on further and parked high on the hill next to a gated road. For YEARS I have wanted to shoot stars at this really neat historic fire lookout tower at the end of that road. I first saw the tower way back in 1974 when I led a group of us college kids and administrators for a backpack along the Caney Creek Trail - at the time it was the ONLY backpack trail in the state. This tower is unique in that it is so short - perhaps the shortest in the state. The bottom half was hand crafted by the CCC guys in the 30's, and the top half made of wood - all of it a work of art!

I had not been to the fire tower since they built a big microwave tower next to it and closed the access road (you can hike the Tall Peak Trail from the campground to the tower - a terrific hike, but it is a long way and a lot of elevation gain). So before I humped all my heavy camera gear two miles up to the tower via the closed road, I wanted to hike up and see if what I had envisioned in my mind so many years ago was actually possible. Lucy was thrilled to be set free to run up the road, and we had a great hike - especially since it was all UPHILL (my favorite direction to hike!).

Turns out the microwave tower would be in the way of my picture, but I could still get a startrail picture of the old tower, so I decided to give it a shot. We hiked back down to the van and packed up my camera gear and made a second hike up to the tower (four miles roundtrip each time). The sun was getting low on the horizon and I broke with my nighttime-photos-only policy and laid down on the ground to photograph some daffodils blooming at the base of the old fire tower, all lit up by that setting sun (the flower no doubt date back to the 1930's as well). This is a special spot with an incredible 360-degree view of the Ouachita Mountains all around. Those guys really knew what they were doing way back when!


The hike back down to the van was very nice - the setting sun really lit up the ridges and peaks, and it was just all so beautiful (and I didn't even have a camera with me!). We returned to Shady Lake as it was getting dark and I set up a camera on the creek below the spillway, looking up towards the heavens and the Big Dipper. I had some concerns about spray from the roaring spillway, but hoped the camera position was out of the way enough to keep from getting the lens drenched.

Later on as Lucy and I hiked the trail around the lakeshore in the dark, I spotted another scene that I wanted to take pictures of, so I returned to the van and grabbed a third camera rig. But before I could get it set up on the lakeshore, I stopped and spent about 30 minutes taking pictures of the beautiful night sky and mountains reflected in Shady Lake, which was smooth as glass. My oh MY it was GORGEOUS! There is just something about being outdoors at night with no light on, soaking up all the glory. It is impossible to describe - you just have to get out and do it for yourself. Kind of funny, but I was so immersed in taking pictures of the lake reflection scene that I nearly forgot about the startrail that I waned to shoot and daylight was burning! (well, actually not, but you know what I mean). So I ended my reflection shooting session and set the camera up for an all-night sequence and we returned to the van.

Oh yes, there was one moment while we were standing there at the edge of the lake, with the stars and the reflections and the quiet serenity of the night. A pack of coyotes began to sing nearby, and their music slid across the calm water and into the hills beyond - it was all just so beautiful and amazing to be standing there to experience it all. And then I realized that Lucy was leaning in tight to me. She is deaf, but somehow I think she could feel the coyotes nearby, and perhaps she was no interested in being on their menu for dinner!

I slept for a few hours and then returned to the lakeside camera - there were heavy winds and the lake was no longer glass, and the trees that I had my camera pointed at all night were waving like crazy. The temp was down in the 20's, and that wind was kind of nippy. It was still dark when I collected that camera gear and got it back to the van, then I went down to the spillway to see about the other camera. OOPS - it was totally soaked with spray, and I realized that it probably got that way soon after I left it the night before, so my pictures would be no good. In a little twist of fate, something went wrong and the camera only took four pictures anyway! (it should have taken about 600 pictures) Oh well, better luck next time.

Tuesday. It was still dark when we arrived back at the access road to the fire tower, and we started our third 4-mile hike up to the tower in 12 hours. Knowing I'd be hiking uphill and working up a sweat, I only wore a fleece vest over my base layer and nothing else. I did sweat on the way up, and with each new drop of sweat the wind seemed to blow harder! It was one of those deals where I needed to hike faster and harder to keep warm, but when I did I sweat more and the wind made me colder - what to do, what to do! I REALLY wanted to arrive at the top before sunrise, so I pressed on. Thinking ahead a little bit the day before, I had stashed a jacket at the top just in case it was chilly when I arrived - it was, and that jacket saved the day!

Dawn was happening when we arrived and the light was changing quickly. I moved the camera set up inside the old fire tower, which is surrounded by opening where windows used to be - this was so the watchman could see 360 degrees to spot any smoke from a forest fire. While it was a great view, those windowless openings let the winds blow right on through, and I quickly realized that my thin jacket should have been a HEAVY jacket - it was freaking cold up there!

I was able to get some photos from inside the historic old tower looking out towards the sunrise - but I must tell ya that when the red-ball sun appeared it did NOT get any warmer! In fact the combination of factors - mostly dictated by the howling wind and temp in the low 20's - I was colder than I had been at any time while in Alaska a couple of weeks ago (when the wind chill was 67 below zero) - and the temp was 90 degrees WARMER here! Actually I bet the wind chill was near zero or below, so maybe only 60 degrees warmer - but still - it was FRIGID up there!


Turns out some clouds and fog moved through during the night, and so my long-anticipated startrail circle photo of the old firetower did not turn out as planned, but it looks kind of interesting - even with the microwave tower - so we'll see. I have 12 miles hiking invested in that picture!


We returned home after a six-hour drive, kissed my lovely bride hello, recycled all my camera gear, and headed out again for another night of shooting. One of the great things about the Bookmobile is that the entire time I was driving home I was charging batteries - some take all day to recharge. So I was all charged up for more stars.

I drove over to and set up one camera facing an old rustic cabin. I did a bit of lightpainting to illuminate the front of the cabin, then set the controls to shoot all night and record the world above as the earth rotated. Then I moved on to another location and set up a second camera to shoot more images of the night sky with a towering pine tree silhouetted in the foreground. I've wanted to shoot this picture for a while, and conditions were PERFECT!

Wednesday. After grabbing a few hours of sleep, I got up early to go photograph the moonrise, which was set to happen just after 4am (yesterday morning). This is a shot I've been planning to do for a long time, but just never got the right conditions and the time to do it. I needed a really clear sky so the rising moon would show up well, and I needed the moon to be in a very specific spot - you know it moves back and forth along the horizon from day to day, unlike the sun that goes in only one direction for six months, and only a short distance each day. Using computer software that is designed to plot exactly the sun and moon rise and sets, I knew the moonrise would be right where I needed it to be (see the screen shot below - red dot is camera position, light blue line is moonrise direction, the tall rock is in front of the red dot - see how it all lines up?). The moon did its thing and I was there with camera #3 to capture it - YIPPIE!


OK, here is a lunar factoid if you are interested. The moon moves one width of itself every two minutes. The picture I wanted was of the progression of the moonrise, using multiple exposures to capture the sequence and show it all in one frame. I wanted a little spacing in between the moons, so I set the camera to take a picture every three minutes. All I had to do was compose the scene, get the exposure correct, and hit the start button. It was still pretty dark the entire time, so the multiple moons showed up perfectly. This is a 16-frame composite picture.


Turns out that I got a really nice image of the rustic cabin and star trails, and of course the moonrise, but the camera I had set up to shoot the pine tree and stars with malfunctioned so I got nothing there - two pictures for one night's work is very good, so I'll take it! And since it was cloudy last night I got to stay home and grab a few winks - although that howling wind did wake me up a few times. Speaking of that, I have been writing this post so long that daylight is beginning to creep into the landscape and the wind is still howling! Think I'll go kiss my bride good morning and go see if I can find some deck furniture that may have flown off during the night...


UPDATE - sorry to add to this already long post, but here are a couple of funny wildlife facts. Last night we cornered a mouse in the basement, and not knowing what else to do we got our pair of cats from outside and tossed them at the mouse. Neither cat was the least bit interested in the mouse. These are outdoor cats - we feed them very little and they pretty much live on what they can find outside - hopefully, LOTS of mice! Business must be really good outside as both cats were SO FAT - oh my gosh! This morning I realized that this has nothing to do with them wanting to be fat, but rather on days like this with the wind blowing so hard the fact that they are so fat and heavy helps to keep them from blowing away! (I realized this when I saw our little dog, Lucy, who is little more than skin and bones despite our trying to stuff her with anything and everything - she had trouble going out to pee as the wind kept tossing her around!)

The other item is that we've had a large number of buzzard hanging out around the cabin lately - hum...I sat and watched some of them trying to negotiate the howling winds this morning - the buzzards were really close, and had to turn and dodge to keep from hitting tree limbs next to the cabin. Anyway, one buzzard was doing a dance just above treeline and a gush of wind literally knocked him right into the tree - it was so funny! I know it probably not polite to laugh at wildlife, but this was after all a buzzard...

03/30/14 We had the first-ever nighttime photography workshop this past weekend, and it began with a BIG BANG! Actually several of them. The wind howled and thunder boomed as a big storm dumped heavy rain on the lodge where we were staying. The first night of the first nighttime photo workshop was scrubbed, literally!

But soon after 3am the storm front pushed on through, and our group came to life and headed outside into pea-soup fog. We learned how to draw with light and capture spinning fire in the night. And then all of a sudden, the fog vanished, and we stood there under a clear sky filled with a zillion stars - YIPPIE! We drove on down the road a few miles and hiked out into the middle of a hillside pasture. "Watch out for fresh cow pies!" Indeed there were plenty.

We setup tripods and cameras and turned off our red headlamps, then turned our attention to the rustic barn over there, and the brilliant Milky Way that was rising behind it. Recent advances in digital photography allow us to capture amazing scenes like this in the middle of the night - something we could never do with film. I continue to be surprised though at the numbers of adults who say they've never even seen the Milky Way. It is actually "up" most of the year, and you just have to be up and out someplace that is pretty dark - and in the middle of the night - to see it. It also helps if you are outside without lights for a while so that your "night vision" can get tuned into the world of the night. The Milky Way is brighter in the spring and summer months, and I look forward to spending many more nights in the weeks to come out there with my jaw dropped at the immense beauty of it all.

We worked until the last rays of darkness faded into day, then spent half the day at computers learning how to process night photos - and then we got to take a long nap! But by sunset we were off again, and all standing in clear, cold rushing water, shooting pictures of the young night that would soon mature and fill with more and more stars. We spent a bit of time lightpainting a waterfall and other things, ending after midnight with a brisk hike to a natural sandstone arch and more light painting. Some students set up cameras to continue shooting until dawn, capturing the rotation of the earth as star trails and behind silhouetted trees. We ended the weekend with breakfast overlooking the Arkansas Grand Canyon at the Cliff House restaurant. One nighttime photo workshop done, many more to come I hope!

*I did not take many pictures during this workshop, but holy cow you should see some of the terrific images our talented students took! Their lightpainted waterfall photos are some of the best I've seen by anyone, capturing a unique and beautiful view of the living world after dark.


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