I could use this entry to get up on my photographic high horse about how photography involves all kinds of skill and how just photographing pretty things isn’t photography, but you know what???  You know what???  Today, I just don’t feel like it.

I’m gonna tell a little story then there will be photos and it will be a simple story.  A student in school I work in asked if I wanted to join him and two other people on a little trip to Niagara Falls, a place that nearly everyone I know has visited and I visited once.  When I was five.  My student found some kind of dirt cheap offer to go to the falls.  At first I was a bit unhappy to sacrifice a weekend of skiing, but then I agreed.

It was a kind of a trip that one does as a student, maybe a 20 year old.  Let’s say that sometimes I live like 20 year old and this was one of those times.  I thought we’d be traveling in some giant bus with bathrooms and all the rest of it.  Turns out we were traveling in a van, driven, as luck would have it by another former student of mine.  He was extremely happy to see me when I appeared and I knew we were in good hands.

The drive to the falls seemed interminable, never ending, insanely long.  Well, actually, I read a book for most of it and stared out of the window at places I knew.  We drove through Albany, where I went to college and where I never returned after I went to college.  We drove through Geneseo, where a bunch of my friends went to college.  The country up there is beautiful and I started to wonder, why as a college student I never felt compelled to visit or explore any of these places.

And then we got to the falls.  In a way it was a good completion of a journey and of course the view was stunning.  Just some simple falling water: