Watkins Glen State Park, Finger Lakes, NY.
Millions of years stare back at me. The shale ledges, exposed by what the stream cut, caught the soft light and showed itself to me. In one of the narrowest parts of the gorge, the walls tower high above me to the forest rim, which held the fog, backlit by early morning. Perhaps because it gets less light, they named the falls after the god of the underworld. I will let the gods fight it out, and admire the result.