One Image, One Story

I took this photograph late one afternoon at Serenity Falls, several years ago, visiting with my sister and my nephew. We went there specifically to photograph the falls, choosing a quieter time of day when the light had softened and the warmth of the afternoon was beginning to ease.

The air was thick with that late-day stillness you often find in shaded bushland, and we were lucky to have the place to ourselves. Although it’s an easy spot to reach, not everyone knows it’s there, particularly visitors to the area. At other times, the water can be busy with families swimming and voices echoing through the trees, but that afternoon it felt calm and undisturbed.

The light filtered gently through the canopy, settling on the rock face and the surface of the water. Nothing about the scene asked for attention. The water moved steadily, quietly, doing what it has always done. I remember standing there for a while, not waiting for a moment to happen, but allowing the place to reveal itself.

What I keep coming back to with this image is the pause it holds. It reminds me how grounding it can be to experience a familiar place without distraction, and how much clarity can come from slowing down enough to notice what’s already there.

When I look at this photograph now, it brings back that sense of unhurried time. Of being present, of staying a little longer than planned. It’s an image I return to when things feel busy, a quiet reminder that calm is often closer than we realise.

This image is available as a fine art print in a range of sizes.