An Emerald Pulse

Every evening an emerald pulse tumbles down the mountainside, spilling into long silhouettes that cradle the valley-lake it shares with geese.  The pulse of light and the honeylocust, deep waters and shallow, water falls, wet streams, red clay and fluttering geese –everything about this place is deeply rhythmical, hypnotic and magical.
Black Rock Lake, Black Rock Mountain National Park

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