Portrait IV — What Are You Separate From?

How often I have looked at this waterfall from above, from below, from the side, in photographs, on sunny days, on rainy days, with snow and ice. Where am I when eye am looking? The waterfall is within me, trickling on dry summer days, roaring after the rain, moving continuously down the rocks to the bottom of the flow, splashing and turning under the pool, throwing its mist onto my face, merging with the emotions to create delight and desire for another look another day.