Yesterday I was up early, and left my Motel 6 in the town of
Niagara Falls at sunrise for the short drive to the falls. The road signs, arrows, and special lanes were
set up for millions of visitors, but on a Monday morning in October at 8:00 am
the parking lots were empty. A light
sprinkle was already touching my windshield under a clear sky as I got
out. From there it was simply a matter
of following the thunder.
They say the view is better from the Canadian side, and I’m
still shooting with just an iPad camera, but still it was an epochal
experience. Under a miles-wide standing
rainbow the whole river pours into the cove of space like an ocean meeting the
edge of the world. On the far side the
combed green-and-white curtain falls with the slowness of fatal scale. It’s a theater in the round of the
apocalypse. Spray blasts the stone-slick
pavilions that verge right to the edge of the precipice, where the bulbed water
goes over into rippled light like at the scalp of a tremendous Venus on the rise.
Almost more enchanting were the little trails on Goat Island
that follow the river around and through the island. I was lucky to get a sunny morning between
two rainy days: the hard October light and the remnants of Fall color were
beautiful.
The view back up the river
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