Niagara Falls - 2011

The rumbling, crashing, riotous falls were like instruments intent on singing out their percussion. Each watery movement came in orchestrated rhythm, appearing as the master of the scene yet arriving on unheard cue. The wild and noisy disorder of the magnificent Niagara Falls were an ever-changing mosaic of color that could tumble from a box of pastels. In the sunlight they were soft, no matter how bright the light became, and always just as pleasing as the gelato that sat in our waffle cones. We dashed for cover as the sky turned like a woolen gray shawl upon the rolling hills behind us. Colors arced into a bold sky, stretching as open hands reaching for the sun-kissed rain. The colors were that bit more beautiful, like God had polished the world afresh. And how could we begrudge those blessed drops? For with them came the rainbow, the greenery, the cheery flowers, renewed vigor and every other slice of life we so enjoy.