Grotto Falls at Dusk

I stumbled across this site when I was bored one night and this panorama caught my eye in particular. The water falling over the rocky edge into a shallow pool with effortless beauty was something anyone would pause to look at. The pebbles that form the bottom of the pool reminded me of the place down by the river where we used to swim, nicknamed “The Rocks”.  The huge rocks on either side coming up from the land beneath it to form the secret room seem like they would be rough to your fingertips, should you brush your hand across the surface.The feeling of the occasional patch of moss, thriving in the environment’s thick moisture, slide beneath your fingertips easily. And outside, past the jagged boulders is a lush green world of various shades of color. The overcast sky gave everything below it a contrasting brightness in each pigment. You can imagine the crisp air, fresh and clean of the plague of cities. This is the beauty of nature, nature that still lasts – where humans have not touched and manipulated. This world is different than the place we live, here in Batesville where the air smells of a food processing plant most mornings and the air is sticky and humid during the summer. Where there is trash lining the roads and patches of woods, still clinging to their territory as long as they can. Of course, it is like this in most cities now. Take an extreme, New York City for example. There are tall buildings, trashy streets; seldom do you see a park or even the smallest patch of grass left to live. Nature isn’t appreciated now, in the era of man and woman, where as structures of glass and metal stand in the way. We must not forget where we came from and what real beauty is. Simplicity and imperfection is the most amazing of all, nature teaches it best.