Various odds and ends from the Blackwater River Canyon and Canaan Valley, captured earlier in the week before a massive heat dome set in across the East Coast. The Blackwater River and tributaries were at full flow from several days of heavy rain and the spruce-hemlock woods looked damp, lush and mysterious, the way I love them. On any given weekday, the white tails seem to outnumber the human beings in the valley - many skittish fawns leaping and darting about their mamas this past week. On the downside, the black flies are now at their summer peak, and they can make a long hike a miserable experience. But I love this place dearly, and biting bugs are but a small price to pay for a couple days of restorative communion with Mother Nature.
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