Time always favors water; and water generally conspires with rock; and together they both overcome the march of history, that is to say, human history. Big Creek, the principal drainage of the northeast corner of Great Smoky Mountains National Park, flows from the heart of the high country, off the base of Tricorner Knob and Mt. Guyot, eastward and then northeast, before exiting the park into the waiting flow on the Pigeon River, tributary of the French Broad, one of the oldest rivers on Planet Earth. Near this boundary once operated the great logging mill of Suncrest Lumber Company and the logging town of Crestmont. Eventually the loggers and their machines went away, and Nature began her slow, but inexorable, process of restoration; and today there is little evidence remaining of a past that once threatened the mountains with much harm, but is now a distance memory slowly carried away by the waters of Big Creek.

A focal length of 27mm, upper-mid-wide-angleland, gave me the angle-of-view and spatial relationships I was looking for. An aperture of f/16, from perhaps 2′ above the leaves, provided depth-of-field; and a shutter speed of 0.8 second at ISO 100 in the calm water of the mid-ground, gave me an overall very slightly darker-than-medium exposure.

I can hear the wonder of Nat King Cole’s melodious voice and I know that winter cannot be far behind.