The waterfall of yesterday was perhaps even more generous with photo opportunities upstream from the falls, as I followed the riverbank back to where I had parked. 

Water reflections are, to me at least, the most remarkably beautiful, transient form of art and poetry. 

These images were taken at the brink of the falls, in the pool of water that gathered before the plunge down the granite. I could have spent hours watching the leaves swirl past me and then disappear over the cascade.