This was an April Fool’s Day in several different ways. The weather resolutely refused to acknowledge the spring season: pouring rain and then lots of snow. Perfect weather for a walk in the woods!
Once I got to Devil’s Rock, I decided to try for a particular type of photograph — I really really wanted a photograph of a drop of water falling off a branch. The drops of water, on the other hand, were not particularly cooperative. They either dropped before I was ready, or refused to drop, or timed the drop so that it didn’t come out right. The one time everything else worked, of course, I had moved my camera out of the focus zone, so I got a beautifully composed shot of a bunch of blurs in flight. At first I was annoyed, then enraged, and finally filled with grudging admiration for the perverseness of nature.