Location Taken: Banff National Park, Alberta
Time Taken: June 2010
There’s something really special about spotting a thin mountain waterfall.
A trickling cascade, finding the lowest spots it can to bring water down from the summit.
It tucks itself into niches and crevices, falls long distances where the land fades away, hides amongst trees where the air is warm enough to support them.
When I was a kid, being driven on long road trips, passing through the Appalachians, I’d stare out my window, trying to spot that glimmer of light and water, a brief view into something so close and yet so far, visible for all who pass and yet spotted by only a handful.
As an adult, knowing far more about the forces that shape our planet, I still love these trickling streams, carving away entire mountains one drop at a time. Somehow, that something so small can affect something that big really helps me not feel overwhelmed as just one of over seven billion of my species on this planet. It’s not your size that matters, it’s what you’re working on that really counts…
