When thinking of waterfalls, what places come to mind? Iceland? Hawaii? Yellowstone? The Cascade Mountains? New England? How about Norman? Right here, I’ve found a wonderful, secluded spot on private land to which I have permissible access. After a heavy rain, this wonderful little set of falls bursts forth over platforms of sandstone, underlain by hollows in soft red Permian shales, and surrounded by a lush green springtime canopy of woods. The scene gets even more deeply colorful by means of short time exposure in indirect, diffusive light of rainy overcast, a situation I’ve used before to photographic satisfaction. Then when not doing photography—the rightful majority of time in such settings—I simply can relax and let go, within the cool moisture and that soothing sound of water rushing over the ledges and splashing below. It’s a soothing salve for the soul.
