The Morning (Waterfall in the Woods)

A low weir slices diagonally through the scene, turning a quiet river into a luminous threshold where measured calm and sudden release meet. Dappled foliage to the left filters the light into flecks of silver and green, so the cascading water reads like a veil—at once delicate and unstoppable—spilling into a cooler, aerated pool. The composition stages a gentle drama of transition: the still, shaded upper reach holds its breath, while the bright fall declares motion, time, and the soft persistence of nature reshaping its own boundaries.