At the risk of sounding preachy again. This scene from my walk on Sunday around the water-falls seems in retrospect like a self-portrait. I am a log (ageing and covered in green slimey stuff) stranded in the turbulent waters of life. The safety of shore is not far, but is out of reach. At any moment the weak bonds that tie me to the small rock of stability will break, and I will be washed over the precipice.
Cheerful stuff, eh? My wife thinks it looks like a Cadbury Flake HERE on some cotton wool.
30 sec exposure with a 10 stop filter. Canon 5D, and 24-105mm, rubber boots, courage!... and stupidity.