[back to our regular programming]
So this miserable and warm December drags on. It’s been a while since I’ve done any serious photography, so I decided to check out a creek close to home. I don’t know why I haven’t been there before – it would be a walking distance away, as the crow flies. But I can’t fly over the dense forest, marsh and steep cliff, so I drove around the obstacles and then walked up and down the creek; it was relatively easy actually compared to the jungle I had to get through at Nätsjöbäcken. The dark day felt brighter when I happily viewed the whitewater and snapped my pictures. Not that any of them turned out to be particularly good, but the real kicker was the potential – this is the kind of place where you’ll always find something interesting, so I’ll be back.
I think a snowmobile trail crosses the creek at one place, or used to do anyway. There is another bridge a few hundred meters upstream, and that one is a whole lot sturdier. My self preservation instinct took over and I used the other bridge.
