Imagine you stepped out onto a cliff, the ocean spray smacking you in the face as waves roiled and tossed around a rocky cove. The clouds parting just enough to illuminate a rainbow. You stand on the cliff like a brooding eighteenth-century woman in a Masterpiece Classic while the force of the water crashes all about you.
Gulls swoop overhead, flitting in and out of your view. The rainbow changing the surface color of the water as the raw force of it shoots up into the air to form clouds of motion. You recite old English poetry by Arthur O'Shaughnessy. "We are the music makers... we are the dreamers of dreams... wandering by lone sea-breakers... and sitting by desolate streams..."
The skies open up and light pours down from the heavens. You hear angels singing in a lofty choir. You are temporarily transported into another time where nothing else matters while the busyness of this life dissolves away like the sodium of the very sea upon which you stand.
In that moment... you are infinite...
And then, just like the ocean spray smacking you in the face, it finally hits you. That's not salt water. And that's no sea. And you are not an eighteenth-century woman brooding on a seaside cliff. You are at the spillway.... dam.
This is the first time in four years that the spillway has opened up and it's quite an impressive display of the power of water. All joking aside, this was a fantastic place and time to do photography and I'm glad I got shots!
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