Somewhere deep in Lithia Park, Ashland where the trees lean in like old conspirators and the creek speaks in riddles, I found this little stretch of madness. The kind of place where the air tastes like moss and time melts like cheap whiskey on a hot dashboard.

Snapped this shot mid-trip. Long exposure, slow shutter, and just enough caffeine shaking through my system to make the whole thing feel spiritual. The water didn’t rush, it glided, like a ghost late for judgment.

No tourists. No noise. Just me & wife, the Nikon, and whatever eldritch gods whisper from the ferns.

📍Lithia Park, Oregon

📸 Nikon D7500 | Exposure set to “breathe in the insanity”