Whenever I find myself alongside the flowing stream of Little River in Great Smoky Mountains National Park I feel that I am in the great circle of waters that enfolds the planet, for this anything-but-little river begins existence on the flank of Clingman’s Dome and ultimately becomes one with the vastness of the mighty Atlantic Ocean by way of the Tennessee, the Ohio, and the Mississippi. For more than a dozen miles it descends through one of the most awesome gorges in the East, cutting through rocks of the Ocoee Super-group and rounding, as it goes, massive sandstone blocks into a bed of boulders from jagged to smooth. Just above the place known as the “Sinks” the river cuts through a fault line creating a tight “S” curve of beautiful lithic wonder, and it was here that I found myself recently as I considered the oneness of all waters. Kneeling down so that I could shoot more out across the water than down onto it, I carefully formed the “S” of the stream and framed it with rocks except where it exited the frame. The exit came just as the turbulence of whitewater ended. The river and its bed formed about two-thirds of the image and the forest beyond the edge formed the remaining third. A focal length of 42mm gave me the angle of view I wanted. An aperture of f/14 allowed for a shutter speed of 1/4th second at ISO 100, which gave the water just the turbidity I wanted.