With the possibility of the Gorge icing up this week, I knew I had to dig into my archives to find a shot from last year. I may have lived in Iowa for 22 years (and the 20 below windchill) and Massachusetts for four years (with the barrage of blizzards) but until coming to Oregon I had never experienced anything quite like the beauty of a frozen waterfall. They are, quite simply, breathtaking.
Waterfalls are quite amazing. I mean, you know this, but allow me to elaborate. It's not just the sound of that gently falling (or thundering) water. It's the personalities - every falls has a different feel and look from another - and every falls has a different look in every season. Any given waterfall has at least a dozen different moods, depending on the season and the weather. Add in the variable a photographer brings - different cameras, film and, of course, artistic vision - and how could we ever grow exhausted of photographing these wonders? I know I never could.
Soft sigh. Gosh, how I do hope it gets cold - and I mean really, really cold - this week. I also hope my bald tires don't spend me tail spinning down I-84, but that's a different story.
Anyway, this is Elowah Falls last winter, taken with my Zero Image 2000.