Terri and I spied this waterfall, high up a hanging canyon, while returning from a hiking trip. After a brief scramble up a steep gully, I found myself in an amphitheatre of moss and mist. The smell was intoxicating – a rich mixture of moist earth and cool, sweet water.
I liked the thin streams the water formed, and the small benches it cascaded over. I liked the sound of it too, the constant swish and splatter that never faded into the background.
I photographed the falls in a way that showed the enclosed, self-contained mood of the place – the flowing water surrounded by the life it creates.
Rock Bluffs, Moss, Waterfall: Near Valhalla Park, BC, 2003