Stillness at Peekamoose
Where the Blue Hole Holds Its Breath
On most summer days, the Peekamoose Blue Hole rings with laughter and the splash of daring cannonballs. But every so often, if you arrive early, quietly, and with a bit of luck, you find it like this—utterly still. This image was taken on such a morning, when the popular swimming hole traded its party hat for a meditative mood. I used a wide-angle lens here to exaggerate the depth and draw your eye from the mottled tapestry of river stones to the serene green corridor beyond. The result is a moment that feels both infinite and fleeting—like the forest paused mid-breath, just for you.
Where the Blue Hole Holds Its Breath
On most summer days, the Peekamoose Blue Hole rings with laughter and the splash of daring cannonballs. But every so often, if you arrive early, quietly, and with a bit of luck, you find it like this—utterly still. This image was taken on such a morning, when the popular swimming hole traded its party hat for a meditative mood. I used a wide-angle lens here to exaggerate the depth and draw your eye from the mottled tapestry of river stones to the serene green corridor beyond. The result is a moment that feels both infinite and fleeting—like the forest paused mid-breath, just for you.
Where the Blue Hole Holds Its Breath
On most summer days, the Peekamoose Blue Hole rings with laughter and the splash of daring cannonballs. But every so often, if you arrive early, quietly, and with a bit of luck, you find it like this—utterly still. This image was taken on such a morning, when the popular swimming hole traded its party hat for a meditative mood. I used a wide-angle lens here to exaggerate the depth and draw your eye from the mottled tapestry of river stones to the serene green corridor beyond. The result is a moment that feels both infinite and fleeting—like the forest paused mid-breath, just for you.