Cascading View

While wandering near the swimming hole at Muir Rock on the King’s River, Hallie and I rounded a bend and there it was. Cascading mountain ridges stretched into the distance, their peaks fading into a haze of shifting light and shadow, framed perfectly by the dark silhouettes of trees along the riverbank. I felt like the landscape itself was performing for the camera with its fleeting, cinematic moment that I was fortunate to capture.