So here they are, at the end of the second canyon, two tall waterfalls. Not majestic, but still impressive, given the general lack of mountains.
What attracts us to this spectacle of water falling? Is it the illusion of an unlimited supply, or the confirmation of gravity?
I don’t think so. The relentless power of gravity is visible without water, too, as is the continuous flow of water.
What fascinates me is the certainty, the assurance, the inevitability.
If I had to be landscape, I’d like to be waterfall.
I counted seven of them in this preserve. We haven’t seen half of them. It’s time to hurry on, and cross the road.
The Inner Frame 