September 1, 2004

  • Always Niagara


    Lest you think I had melted, shriveled in the impassioned sun, laid low gasping the warm wet washcloth of air placed over my mouth; I have not.  I traveled home, to where the "sun don't shine", back to Western New York and made a trip to the river george and her mighty falls.


    Bridal Falls (US), Canadian Falls distant



    After the water falls and churns and flows below the old bridge



    It leads to a Fort at the mouth of the river on the Great Lake Ontario







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  • beautiful pictures and words to go with them.

  • I wish to take such photography.

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