The wreckage of a collapsed giant lies shattered in the plunge pool below.
The former grand spectacle just days before was gleaming in the afternoon sun, taking in the freezing temperatures and expanding its icy fingers to the ground below, but its demise was well on its way.
This is how I imagine the final moments.
A deer rummages in the forest, looking in the pockets of melting snow for some sort of nutrition from the long forgotten summer. A slow grumble bellows in the distance. The deer’s head jolts up along with its ears.
Something is happening.
All of the sudden a loud booming sound like a cannon blasting rips through the valley. The deer’s white tail flicks up as its thin, muscular legs propel it away from the sound.
The giant has fallen impaling the icy pool below. Ice shatters, throwing projectiles in all directions. The main part of the icefall now lies at an angle, resting until the sun takes it away until next winter.
Do I feel bad for missing the icefall intact? No, I’ve been here before, a little over a year ago, when I wrote one of the most well received articles on the Shawnee Hills Outdoors website.
This time it was different.
As I descended to the base of the waterfall, the shapes and angles were calling to be photographed. I brought out the wide-angle lens and ventured out to the quickly disintegrating pool. A thin layer of water covered the top of the ice.
I needed to be on alert.
The photos that appeared reminded me of Superman’s Fortress of Solitude. The rock shelter in the distance created a visually appealing black background, which also made the icy white foreground pop.
To think, I almost did not stop after looking over the waterfall’s edge and seeing that the icefall had collapsed.
I was reminded to look for beauty amongst the ruins.
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