I was jonesing for a picture trip today.  Not really to take pictures, but to find a place to take pictures.  I decided on a place up Big Cottonwood Canyon called Doughnut Falls.  Imagine my disappointment when I found not fried rings of dough cascading down a river of icing, but water plunging through a hole in a rock.  There were a lot of nice pictures but I didn’t even bring my tripod so any of the smooth pictures of the water were made with the camera resting on the ground, roots, rocks.  I included the picture of the Boy just because it makes me happy.