Before morning ight hit the creek, I scouted for a composition conveying the power and grace these rapids. Unhappy with possibilities from shore, I rock-hopped into the creek, found my spot, and perched precariously on a small rock with my tripod partly submerged in front of me. Had to be very careful as the creek temp was in the high 30's after a 3' blizzard had blanked the Sierras in early October. Shot at 120 mm to compress the rapids.@ f16, 1/3 sec , ISO 400.