These were taken by me in Niagara Falls the afternoon and evening of Saturday,

January 13 and the morning of Sunday, January 14, 2007. It was 28 degrees and

the skies were heavily overcast the whole time, with spatterings of rain. But one

does not always have blue skies when one is footloose with a camera, so one

just makes the best of it...



This was my first picture of the afternoon, approaching the brink of the Canadian Falls,

girding my loins for the approach to one of the most horribly awesome sights on the

face of the planet...which is photo 6...



Getting closer...always being so glad not to find myself on that tiny island out there!




Turning and looking back at our the curving part of the section toward the left

on the 9th floor, which is five floors above the reddish line of the building.  The restaurant

is below the line, the lobby windows below that. We were about half way across the

lighter-colored section of that big curve.



One presumed at first this to be Jose as that was the name on the wall beneath him...



...but upon closer acquaintance, discovered he was most emphatically Sebastian.

One thought of one's friend in Brisbane who consistently photographs seagulls

in temperatures between 75 and 95 degrees, with no icicles whatsoever forming

on any railings as the mist freezes upon did.



This is it.  This is why one comes to Niagara Falls.  To stand just here and

watch the river drop away into complete nothingness.  You stand right above it

and then it is...gone.



Then you pull back a bit and study the beginnings of the curve...




...but it is that part close to you, where the river ends just beneath you...that draws

your eyes, horrifies you with the awesome suddenness of its ending...the thoughts of

helplessness before the power of its flow...but interspersed with other thoughts of the

marvelous beauty of the green and the way the light shines through just as the river

begins its fall...



Looking from one end of the Canadian Falls clear around to its further ending, and

past that to the American Falls.



But not really able to stop looking straight down at that leap of green



The American Falls from the Canadian, with what I call the "cancelled bridge"...the

green look-out tower built between the falls and the Rainbow Bridge.



The mist was wide and thick this day, but from time to time revealed more of the curve.



The far end of the Canadian Falls...



Being artsy fartsy through the metal railing toward the American Falls.



Looking down at the base of the Canadian Falls.



I liked the rocks in the mist at the far edge of the Canadian Falls.



Close up of those rocks with seagulls in the mist...



Falling waters...




At the end of their plunge...



The tunnels that lead behind the falls...



The second portal.  You can't really see the waterfall

in this photo, but it was a solid sheet just inches out from the end.

You can see how the spray of it is turning to ice on the floor, though.



From the big viewing area at the end of the main tunnel...looking out toward the

far end of the Canadian Falls on the right and the American Falls on the left.



From that viewing area, looking down the Niagara River toward the Rainbow Bridge.



From that viewing area looking straight out...



Looking to the side toward the brink from below...




Where the waters end and the rock begins...




The mist rolls along in interesting shapes



...and through the mist the rocks and the gulls...



One of my three favorite books is called Hinds Feet On High Places by Hannah

Hurnard and as I stood here watching these waters, passages of it kept coming

to me.  This is a conversation beside a mighty waterfall:




'"What do you think of this fall of great waters...?"


"I think they are beautiful and terrible beyond anything which I ever saw before."


"Why terrible?" he asked.


"It is the leap which they have to make, the awful height from which they must cast

themselves down to the depths beneath, there to be broken on the rocks."




"Look closer," he said again. "Let your eye follow just one part of the water from the

moment when it leaps over the edge until it reaches the bottom."



'She did so, and then almost gasped with wonder. Once over the edge, the waters were

like winged things, alive with joy, so utterly abandoned to the ecstasy of giving themselves

that she could almost have supposed that she was looking at a host of angels floating

down on rainbow wings, singing with rapture as they went.'



Looking out the hotel lobby windows toward the brink.



Same view but from our hotel room window, with the trees nicely now not obscuring

the view.



View from our window looking down the Niagara River.



Window view showing curve of hotel and view up the Niagara River.


Canadian visitor's center out our window



Close-up of the brink out our window...



The mist cloud in the Canadian Falls



The American Falls and the "cancelled bridge" we walked out to that far end of the next




After dinner it poured rain and I tried to take these through the rain and the heavy mist

showing the colors on the falls...



The visitor's center and the far side of the Canadian Falls



Last picture out our hotel window...taken the morning of Sunday, January 14, 2007.



The American Falls from the land-side end of the "cancelled bridge", Sunday morning.

Canadian Falls in distance, our hotel on the right.



From a bit further out the viewing tower...



Also off the tower...



Looking down from tower to the walkways and steps that were closed due to ice.



The two falls from the tower...



Looking from the tower back to the point where I intended to go next.



Sign on the tower blocking off the big parts of it that had not had their coating of ice




From very end of tower looking down the Niagara River to the Rainbow Bridge.



At the end of the paved walkway by the brink of the American Falls.



Over the curving brink of the American Falls with the Canadian Falls beyond.



Looking down the river to the top of the American Falls with our hotel just about to

disappear in the mist of the Canadian Falls.



The Niagara River approaching the top of the American Falls.



Leaning over the railing to get a view of the rapids and the bridge to Goat Island.



Turning from the same spot where I took the picture above this one back to my right

to take one last view across the brink of the American Falls, with the double-level

bluff on the Canadian side showing beyond the brink.