I have a friend in Atlanta who is a wonderful photographer (though its
just a hobby for him). He took this picture one day in early spring and, when I saw it, I
was fascinated by the perfect reflection in the water he had captured.
With his permission, I tried to recreate the tranquil feeling of the
still water.
I can only imagine the activity that must have gone on here and at
other picturesque mills across the land during their heyday. When it was
time to grind corn or grain, this would have been one of the most active
places in the community. It was an honorable job - one that was important.
And I can imagine how a miller would have returned home after a long day's
work and felt that nice "good tired" of a job well done.