It’s a cliché of landscape photography that the huge scale of a landscape can best be conveyed be including a human. Though there is indeed a person in this picture, I think Laurel Falls needs no help. Perhaps that’s because of trail experience to reach it.
Walking through the Great Smoky Mountains, I was astonished at the clarity of the water… Until I remembered that I was wearing polarized sunglasses that eliminated most of the surface light reflection.
Summer on the east coast is a lot different from summer on the west coast. While traveling through the tri-cities area of Tennessee I was floored by how verdant the landscape was at a time of year that the west coast is generally a virtual desert.