Kilgore Falls has to be one my favorite places in Maryland… The only thing that you hear are the sounds of the falls & your thoughts.
No matter how many times I come here, the excitement builds up as I make my way towards it, like it is my first time bearing witness to its beauty.
Looking at it directly is cleansing, the air flowing from the water has a cooling effect. Having a seat in front of the fall is a requirement.
The view to the right of the falls is majestic as well. I am always awestruck whenever I take in the sight.
Making my way up to the top of the falls, always leads me to take seat so I can soak it all in. It is a 19 foot free fall but it seems higher than that.
Watching the water make its way towards the falls…
Looking up and across from the top of the falls… Hearing nothing but, solace.
The view from above… I sit in the same spot & close my eyes, letting the problems of the day, week & month, melt away.
The world that we live in is toxic at best. In order to have any semblance of sanity is to develop some type of mechanism to cleanse ourselves from that which which wear away at the very core of who we are. Years ago I found that escape in nature, it is a dumping ground for the madness that is often my everyday existence.
In the absence of noise pollution and the sensory overload of the urban jungle I find peace…
At first glance you wouldn’t think that Baltimore’s Herring Run Park is polluted and that is recommended that people not come in contact with the water, but it is. Amazingly, this doesn’t take away from the solace that many parts of it holds.
Gunpowder Falls is one of the most beautiful places in Maryland. It never ceases to amaze me how each area is vastly different that the next. The beauty of how the silence envelopes you, is without equal.
Looking out at the Chesapeake from North Point State Park is nothing scoff at…
It was my hope that making the ascent up the step incline of Elk Neck State Park would have a payoff… It didn’t help that I left my water in the car.
Walking with the Chesapeake Bay as my backdrop was like walking with an old friend…
This leg of the walk through Elk Neck was deceptively long… I started second guessing the wisdom of taking this on but, I wanted to see the lighthouse so I continued on.
Paydirt! Turkey Point Lighthouse! A slice of history, the lighthouse was built in 1833, sitting on a 100-foot high bluff overlooking the Chesapeake Bay.
Nothing like the Patapsco Valley.
In a technology infused society… People are too busy to listen to God… There is not a place for God to talk to us either for that matter, but it I always find that I speak intently to God when nature is in the forefront.
This area of the park is one of the places that I encounter during my bike rides where I always feel compelled to stop and take in the oneness of it all. But for the life of me, I can’t figure out what would possess someone to use these venues as their garbage can.