Ephemeral Waterfall

In the ever-shifting gallery of Fillmore Glen, nature is the unrivaled artist, and the creek, named Dry Creek, is an ironic masterpiece. Despite what its name might imply, Dry Creek is a persistent stream, flowing with an enthusiasm that fuels the greenery’s lush sprawl.

Spring and Summer

Spring and summer in Fillmore Glen bring a deceptive tranquility, with the creek brimming quietly, an undercurrent to the buzz of wildlife and the rustle of leaves: when this ephemeral waterfall can be a torrent or a mere whisper, depending on the skies’ generosity. It performs a vanishing act post-spring, retreating backstage when the rain isn’t forthcoming, leaving the northern glen wall bare, exposing the raw beauty of the rock face, patiently awaiting the next downpour to resume its cascade.

Autumn

As the season turns, autumn unveils its vibrant tapestry, draping the glen in a riot of fiery hues. It’s a natural gallery where fine art comes to life – the trees brushstrokes of golds, reds, and ochres against the sky. The leaves, in their final, glorious moments, pirouette down to the earth, dressing the trails in a carpet of color. This isn’t the work of any human designer; this is nature’s craft, an exhibition that changes with the light of each passing day.

Captured in my fine art photography, these moments are immortalized in time. One image tells a story of discovery, where two boys step into the scene. Friends on an adventure, perhaps for the first time in this natural wonder. They traverse the leaf-laden path, small figures against the grandeur of the glen, a portrait of youth and exploration framed by the artistry of the seasons.

Fillmore Glen State Park is more than a simple escape in Moravia; it’s a living canvas that invites contemplation and adventure alike. Here, every visit is a front-row seat to an evolving landscape, where even a creek named Dry refuses to conform to expectations, instead offering a bounty of clear, cool water.

The dichotomy of Dry Creek’s name and its lush surroundings is a playful reminder of nature’s quirks. The waterfall, too, joins in the jest; it may shy away during the dry spells but returns in full glory with the rain, a reminder of the ebb and flow of natural spectacles.