I should have had the tripod.
As green as the dense, early spring, Oregon forest was in March- the crystalline stream seemed a perfect pairing.
I wished I had remembered my tripod. After my hike down the ravine, I huffed and couldn't catch my breath in the dense forest air. The camera shook and my hands wouldn't relax.
Have you ever had a day like that? Have you ever felt like your humanity was fragile and you knew your finite time on earth was like a breath in the cold air at night. Have you ever felt alone and wanted to know that your life had some meaning other than just the 9-5 fight through to the weekend?
Maybe you need a tripod. Or maybe you are like me. You have a tripod, you just forget to pack it around with you...
