The morning sun is already high in the sky.
Scrambling down to the river, a new world reveals itself — one of opposing forces. Heavy mist and extreme sun, stubborn stone and relentless water, ink-black shadows and blinding light forever caught in this eternal dance.
The noise at the base of the falls is deafening. The light shifts across the river valley only to be consumed by bottomless shadows.
Wind and mist pummel everything in its wake as it swiftly cuts downstream. Nothing is forgotten, nothing is spared.
Day after day, year after year the dance continues yet there is only one dancer.