Gliding through the rocks

I do not know why I am drawn to the moving water. Is it the sound of the falling water or its free flow gliding through the rocks with such relaxed yet determined attitude to find its path. I would not dare to freeze that moment so when I capture it, I always slow it down as much as I can to allow it carry forward smoothly, effortlessly. When you look at it, I would want you to be caressed by the sense of serenity.


Brandywine River by Brecks Mill. The water level was pretty low but the golden morning light hand in hand with the morning fog was just amazing,