For as long as I can remember, I’ve been attracted to flowing water. My sister and I would go exploring out in the woods when we were children and, inevitably, we would end up near a stream. Camping trips were always better when the campsite was near a river. I remember I could hop rocks until I found a perch on one surrounded by the flowing water and just sit there for hours, lost in my thoughts. I suppose that explains why, as a grownup, I still find myself drawn to rivers, streams, and especially waterfalls. There is something about the sound of the rushing water, the feel of the mist, the fresh smell, that soothes my soul.

I find myself planning trips just to see waterfalls I have never seen.

And I go back to the ones I’m familiar with again and again. Sometimes, the conditions aren’t great for photographs and I just sit there and enjoy. Other times, I get an unexpected surprise.

So when you view my images of waterfalls, now you know that they are more than just a beautiful subject to me. They are good medicine and a manifestation of some of my best childhood memories. Sometimes, it’s as if the water is speaking to me. And though I can’t quite make out what it’s saying, it seems to enjoy that someone is listening.