This is a special Spring to me with tons of memories. Tucked away in an old scout camp, this spring has quietly flowed for years, feeding the water that once filled two trout ponds nearby.
This place carries more than just the sound of moving water. It holds memories from when I first picked up a camera, learning to see the world a little differently with every step through the woods.
Coming back here, not much has changed. The stone still stands, the water still moves, and the feeling is still the same.
