After leaving Louisville, I plotted a slightly off-course trip to Graceland. A few hours out of my way to visit Elvis seemed a small price to pay.
But in looking at the atlas a little closer, I saw a dotted road, my favorite kind to travel, heading south from Nashville into the heart of Dixie. It was the Natchez Trace Parkway, a 444-mile-long national park that begins in Tennessee and ends in Mississippi, or the other way around. Sorry, Elvis, not this trip, because I decided to drive the Trace.
I have more pictures that I'm still working on, but processed these four tonight and was blown away by these bugs. Little skittery things that move across the surface of a stream more smoothly than I move through air caught my attention and I clicked the shutter with the hope of getting something. Well, here's what I got.
Look how it doesn't break the surface of the water.
Six points resting on the surface.
I think this one shows really well the dip in the surface at the points of contact.
This is my favorite. I never saw the reflection of the trees overhead until I blew this image up. See the right rear leg of the bug on the right? Amazing! Isn't nature grand?
Thought of the day:
Away, away from men and towns,
To the wild wood and the downs -
To the silent wilderness
Where the soul need not repress
Its music lest it should not find
An echo in another's mind.
(Percy Bysshe Shelley, "To Jane: the Invitation")