Location Taken: Niagara Falls, New York
Time Taken: December 2009
The edge of a waterfall. Such a simple concept, and yet…
Where exactly is that edge?
It can’t be the line where the water ends, as there is no line. Some droplets fall fast, others far, even more all the way into a fine mist that hangs in the air. Any one spot you try pick, there will be another spot calling, saying “perhaps I am more appropriate”.
And the rock below? Perhaps that could count? Aside from the fact that we’re speaking of the waterfall and not the stone, perhaps it could form one of the edges, even if the other is impossible to define. But that edge is nebulous as well. The water mostly falls away from the rock, though some slips inward to carve away some stone. It’s not much that’s taken, just the width of a shimmering mirage, nothing more. And yet, it gets taken, and the rock changes every second.
It seems a bit strange. The water has an edge, but it passes too fast for it to be spotted. The stone has an edge, but it slips away slowly. Perhaps we should just take an average and call it a day.
