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And with this, I’ve finally posted all the photos I took in 2014. In the three and a half years since I had the idea for this project, I’ve made some progress, but not nearly as much as I’d expected. I’ve taken twenty-three separate hikes, totalling over one hundred and seventy miles of hiking. I’ve taken several thousand photos of the waterfalls of Rocky Mountain National Park, though most of those were uninteresting or unusable.
Of my original goal that I set of photographing each of the 31 waterfalls in each season (a total of 124 total visits), I’ve made 46, or just over a third of the total number for the project.
I’ve completed my goal of visiting only three of the waterfalls in each season, Copeland Falls, Calypso Cascades, and Ouzel Falls.
As another year begins, I’m going to keep plugging away at this project. Someday I hope to finish it, but if I don’t I’ll still have had many great days out in the mountains, and that’s not a bad thing at all.
Before the end of the year (only a few days away), I’ll have posted the remaining photos I’ve taken during 2014. Maybe as a prompt to continue the project into yet another year. Maybe as an impetus and reminder that I haven’t gotten close to finishing yet. Maybe as inspiration to myself to get out and get shooting.
The final batch of photos from the long hike taken at the end of Spring. I was just back at these falls two days ago, and will be posting the Summer photographs for comparison in the coming days.
I’m writing this post early on a Friday night with every intention of pressing ‘Publish’ then immediately crawling into bed so that I can wake up before any sane person should on a Saturday morning to go back to this (among other) waterfall. I visited it in the late spring, as part of the unexpectedly long hike that I’ve posted about already.
Finding this falls took care, as it is another that is off the trails enough that there aren’t even any obvious paths to follow to it. It is also a tricky falls to photograph as the cascades tumble down the mountainside for almost a quarter mile, losing hundreds of feet of elevation at the same time in a narrow crease between the mountains. Hiking to it in the late spring, I had terrifying visions of losing my footing on the unavoidable snow fields and then tumbling like the water beside be, unable to arrest myself. Tomorrow, I hope, will be easier as the long days of summer should have melted even the most stubborn of snows. How I will return to photograph these during the winter, when the snows are even more treacherous and conditions less stable, is something I’ll chose to deal with when the time comes.