Once when we were trail exploring along an escarpment we came upon this waterfall. The sound drew us closer to find that secret waterfall and there it was behind another trail of red cedars and pines. It had been there for a long time and its erosion created a small gorge. We had to lean precariously against the trees; it also hung onto the face of that clay cliff with the beautiful dancing morning light. The sight inspired me to paint the falling of water off the rock formations and its skirting into waiting pools, only to be set adrift and plunge once more into another tier below, and on to the next glorious obstacle. Eventually the waters rejoin metres below into another stream and back out to the Fraser it flows.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Secret Waterfall 2001
Once when we were trail exploring along an escarpment we came upon this waterfall. The sound drew us closer to find that secret waterfall and there it was behind another trail of red cedars and pines. It had been there for a long time and its erosion created a small gorge. We had to lean precariously against the trees; it also hung onto the face of that clay cliff with the beautiful dancing morning light. The sight inspired me to paint the falling of water off the rock formations and its skirting into waiting pools, only to be set adrift and plunge once more into another tier below, and on to the next glorious obstacle. Eventually the waters rejoin metres below into another stream and back out to the Fraser it flows.
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