Tuesday, April 1, 2008
I am sitting here with a splint on my hand after sliding 15 feet down ice covered rocks to get a better angle on photographing
the upper platte cove falls. Perhaps it's my intitiation into what my friend, Bart, a local film maker, refered to as a being a very holy place. The area does have that sensation. It's a place where the earth has opened up and one can stare into the
abyss and not care about ones' safety. I look forward this year to making it my sacred space.
I have been told that Platte Cove is a series of 12 waterfalls that starts at the top of Blue Mountain and cuts its way down 3000 feet of the Catskills.