I never get tired of taking this shot. The weather warms, the stream I long ago named for my son Noah—he used it as a playground—gets its voice back, the snow and ice give back their water, and everything is liquid again. When I hear the Noah-sized stream, it really does call to me, and I'm making the trek into the backwoods to watch and capture the action. My favorite way of shooting its portrait is to use a slow shutter speed that gives the idea of moving water. I'm also on the lookout for streamside insects, but today, all I noticed was liquid flowing. That, in the depths of winter, was enough.