I didn't know what I would find, down here by the river.  My shooting for the morning was essentially done. I had worked my plan and had some time to kill before the workshop sessions started.  So I drove up to the famous bridge but instead of walking out on the bridge I climbed down the steep slopes to the river's edge.  I snapped a few shots of the Watchman and still had a bit more time to kill.  So I made it to the other side of the bridge.

Like I said, I had no idea of what I would find.  The towering red and white walls were bathed in the morning sun but it was still cool down by the river.  The water hissed by.  Slowly and calmly I explored the river bank, feeling a sense of peace.  And just as slowly and subtly this scene arrange itself before me - a little to the right, now a little back, oops, too much, down a little, and it all came together.

The light was striking but very difficult, so I took my time.  All elements in the scene had to be perfectly still but  accompanying the water was a lazy breeze gently drifting downstream.  If the cottonwood next to me was still the one across the way was fluttering.  There were many false attempts but the scene felt worth the time and patience.  Minutes went by.  Then for five seconds all was still and that was all I needed.  Click - click - click and the flawless moment was captured.