Late Winter Epiphany

It begins with the March sun hitting the cliffs above Dalhousie Lake, then a slow trickle down the icy rock face and into the fast flowing river below High Falls.

The ripples and frothy music of that madly singing river would be quite enough by themselves, but suddenly there is a small rainbow, a blithe harbinger of springtime, herald of the greening season and all things new.

Winter still wraps these hills and shores, and the north wind is dancing through the trees, but light and warmer times are on their way.