I decided to go out for a walk again, and of course every time I go for a walk, I bring my camera and equipment along. Instead of heading right down the main road towards James A Bible Park, I decided to go left. I found the trail that runs along Cherry Creek, and I followed it.
Little did I know at the time that this adventure would be a short one.
I climbed down a hill and discovered the sidewalk part of the trail. Those who know how to really adventure know that you don't want to follow the sidewalk. Either way, I shot this image, before turning around and heading the other way.
I continued my journey along the sidewalk, feeling a bit disappointed as there was a wooden fence separating me from the creek. The fence came to an end, I felt my spirits rise, and I found a footpath downwards towards the creek.
I watched the current of the creek for a while, and realized it was moving rather quickly. There must be a falls somewhere close, which is when I discovered the little dip above, right.
I followed the creek some more and determined that there must be another, larger falls nearby. There most certainly was!
By the time I sat down on a rock to just observe the fall and feel a sense of serenity, my phone had died. I don't like being out and about with my phone dead, just in case I get lost or I need to call.
When I was younger I was on a bike ride on a trail by myself. I was trying to watch the path carefully, as I was already uneasy riding on dirt. I missed the rock that did my tire in, and I flipped, cutting my calf on the bike chain as I went down. I barely had any signal left on my flip phone, and had no idea of my whereabouts. I walked my broken bike and myself to the next road I found, and called my mother, let her know what I could see, which was barely anything, and the call dropped. My phone died. About 40 minutes later, my mom rolled up. How she found me, I am not certain. She must know the area very well.
I sat there, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face, a feeling of nervousness in the pit of my stomach. I told myself people used to do this all the time, go out without cell phones, and I'm an adult now so I shouldn't worry.
I walked around the falls a bit to get a few more shots from different angles.
I sat down on my rock again, and decided to try playing with my vintage car mirror.
It took a few attempts before I got the right angle with the right scene in the mirror.
After this, my camera died. It was time to go home.
Photographer, visual artist, wife, mother to five fur-babies, and travel enthusiast.