A week ago at this time, I was slowly fading, packing, gearing up for the 10+ hour drive home. Now WFC is well in the rearview, and I’m really glad I attended. I came home with art and books spent time with friends old and new.
This is one of my favorite photos of the trip. I took it during the Maid of the Mist ride at the point when we just entered the crash and roil of the Horseshoe Falls. I wasn’t sure how this and other photos would come out because I was facing the sun and getting hit with mist and splash and pretty much snapping blindly. I think it looks SFnal and a little eerie.
sun and mist