The Streams of Turkey Run
Whenever I hike, it can be about one of many things; the location, the destination, the time. My hike at turkey run was all about the streams, flowing down to the Potomac River.
Though my tripod is frustratingly wobbly whenever I try to use it at home, it did an excellent job remaining steady while perched with its legs splayed at odd lengths and angles, often under several inches of moving water.
The sky wasn’t very cloudy, so there were some harsh reflections from the water, but the slow shutter smoothed everything, from choppiness to lighting.
We also had an encounter with the local wildlife, which became quite menaced by our presence.