I don’t know her, but I do. There is something about the perfectly uneven braids…and then there was the way she quietly looked around at the sea of people…I could just see the wheels in her head turning. “I like riding on Daddy’s shoulders…I wonder if the water falls all the way to Mexico…Will Mommy let me have an ice cream cone?…I think I will count all the heads..one..two…three…oh look! A big boat!” There is something beautiful about children and the way their imaginations work. I wish I could have heard her thoughts above the rushing of the falls. But the way she stood out in that crowd was deafening…I just had to take her picture.
Niagara Falls – 2008