The ground was still saturated from the storms that had plagued the area the day before. It did not take long before my boots and pant legs from the knees down were wet and my legs getting cold. The early morning air was barely above the freezing point as we made our way across the lake dam and down the short trail that leads to the three level waterfall. I decided to head further down the trail to start with the bottom falls and then work my way up. I went as far as the underbrush would let me go and set up my tripod and camera and using a neutral density filter set about photographing the second largest of the falls in the morning sunlight as it crept through the trees. The steam rose from the shallow pool making it look like a ghost in the photos.  The water felt like ice as it seeped into my boot as I stepped further into the pool to get a better angle. It took several minutes to find an angle that was not corrupted by the flares from the sun or the “ghost” that the steam implanted on my photo..

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