Published: Tuesday, October 1, 2013 at 6:01 a.m.
Last Modified: Wednesday, September 25, 2013 at 9:23 a.m.
I've been enamored of Cross Creek for some time now, out of proportion perhaps to what the stream and village may appear to offer the casual observer. I go out of my way to wander through every other month or so. Put the blame on Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings. Whenever I drive that “bend in a country road,” as the famed author wrote of the village, I always feel transported to a Florida few alive today have experienced and which Rawlings described so vividly.
The creek has not flowed in recent years, at least as far as I have seen, and even in early summer 2013 it was but a series of stagnant pools. So my expectations were low when I pulled off County Road 325 near the creek bridge toward the end of August and wandered across the 1930s-era structure. How lovely to find that replacing those dead pools of June was a strong-flowing stream of rich ebony, with mahogany accents near the shore. My focus was on the revived stream as I clicked away, with scant attention paid to the sky. Only after shooting two dozen images or so did I take note of the show the sun was offering in the distance. I kept the camera's focus on the stream and let the background remain in soft focus, adding a painterly quality to the late-afternoon light.