The Falls In My Life
What is it about falling and moving water
that fascinates us?
Is it the power and infinite energy suggested by such motion and turbulence? The roaring, rushing sound that renders our voices mute? The rawness of nature? The sheer beauty and aesthetic appeal of water trickling or cascading over ancient rocks? I'm not sure why but they seem to draw us in close to stare in awe at their magnificence.
I see these same two falls every year and I still take pictures. It is as if I need to document any changes in the dynamics of these familiar constants in my life. Maybe they act as a stable frame of reference in which everything else fits.
Mother of Invention, wondering if you have a special place in which you visit some scenic falls.