As more adventurers find their way to the edge of Great Smoky Mountains National Park along the state line between North Carolina and Tennessee, the wonderful area known as Big Creek becomes more of a destination for other than local folks. There are so many things to love about this place that any list I might make would be woefully incomplete. The creek itself is well-named for it adds substantially to the waters of the Pigeon River a mile away from where I am. Champion Fibre once operated a large mill, Crestmont Lumber Company, that covered both sides of the stream around me, but Nature, given time and opportunity, recovers from the wounds of humanity, even if scars remain; and today Mother Nature holds sway, to the great pleasure of all who come here. With water levels somewhat low in the stream, I worked my way out to a rocky point where I had seen this spade-shaped depression in the rock. Kneeling on the rock I set my tripod up about 18″ above the surface and pointed upstream toward the bank on river right. Mother Nature had done her part by encouraging multiple leaves of nearby sycamores to decorate the rock and the water-filled depression. With a minimum of polarization, I made slight movements of my tripod until I had the reflections of the tops of the sycamores surrounding the depression’s reflection and waited until a cloud-broken blue sky filled the scene. A focal length of 18mm, fairly extreme wide-angle, gave me the angle-of-view I wanted. An aperture of f/22 provided depth-of-field, and a shutter speed of 5.0 seconds, a patience-testing length of time, at ISO 100, gave me an overall medium exposure. I imagine the chaos and confusion that surrounded the company town, Crestmont, in its heyday, so well-captured in Ron Rash’s wonderful novel, Serena; and the present contrasting serenity of Big Creek fills me with gratitude for the gifts that this place of spirit bestows.