This is a photograph of Niagara Falls. NO, REALLY.
The big red object at left is
Clifford me, with Seve seen from above. And at top right, though you might not recognize her from this angle, Canada’s own Horseshoe Falls, aka: The Pretty One.
Actually, what you can see below the top rail is the Niagara River, juuuuust as it shoots out over the edge of a 50-metre (165-foot) drop. Above the rail is mist and fog and the friendship of two great nations and all that majestic crap.
Sure, I could have taken a more typical shot from down the road, one that would lend itself better to a postcard or even a weekly photo challenge, but I like this angle better. It’s the sweat on the back of Fernando Alonso’s neck when he takes off his helmet at the end of a race. It’s the handwriting that says “Love, Santa” but still looks a little familiar. Things we notice, then dismiss, then recall with strange, misplaced affection.