I rediscovered this waterfall over last weekend when I took Cocoa and Chip for a ride. I had stayed at the camp where these are located years ago when I was in my teens during a church retreat.  The water was icy cold then, and it is now—which is  true of most of the waterfalls in northeast Georgia. They are spring-fed.

The chapel is really sweet, but I can’t say that I remember being inside of it. (I have to be honest and I can hear Delores laugh, but it is true. Teens really do have a vapor barrier to lots of things.)

When I was young, the pool at the bottom of these falls seemed larger and deeper (I do remember that). Of course, all we wanted to do was climb up the rocks and slide down the face of the waterfall. It was the same thing that some of our students at TFC did this past weekend on campus at Glenn Falls. I stood in horror watching them and shouting for them to stop. But they didn’t listen—no real surprise, right? It’s exam week and that says it all.

Cocoa Smiles—sometimes. Here she is looking at the camera and wishing it was at the bottom of the waterfall!

I finished planting about ten hostas today and then grabbed the dogs and headed out for a late afternoon drive around the lake. As I was taking this photo and another one, I could hear fish jumping out of the water. No joke! But if I had my fishing pole, there is no way I would have caught a single one. I don’t think I’m a good fisher “person,” but that won’t stop me from trying trout fishing again one day soon.

For days, I have “loitered” around an attractive but abandoned city lot in hopes of taking a good photo of the wisteria that is in full bloom there. Some photos turned out too dark. Others were too soft. One seemed right but something was missing—a splash of sunlight across the wisteria’s petals. The D200 struggled. The images didn’t pop; so finally I just pulled out the totally trusty D40 and took this photo. Here’s what I have discovered about wisteria: at best; its illusive. It winds its way into our hearts because it is a very romantic, but that’s about it . . .  Well, except it is a very southern plant and well worthy of a decent photograph.

What is the song that goes with this photo? . . . (Yes, D, got it right!)

Sailing . . . takes me away to where I’ve always heard it could be

Just a dream and the wind to carry me and soon I will be free.

There is something about Spanish moss that just rings true of the deep south—southern Georgia and northern Florida for sure. Here’s a captured moment for all my northern and even my England viewers. A couple of scenes from the very deep south and yes, that is definitely “Gone with The Wind” southern moss in the trees. I’ll see if I have another one. (smile)

I’m still amazed by the deep blue sky on Cumberland. Here are a couple of very old chimneys left over from when the “Carnegies” lived on the island and actually owned most of it.