Water falls freely here — uninterrupted, uncontained — cutting a path through stone softened by time. Moss and grass glow in the wake of its passage, catching light as if the land itself were breathing again.
This photograph captures a moment of constant renewal. The
waterfall does not pause, does not consider its audience.
It moves because it
must, reshaping the ground below while nourishing everything it touches.
It is a reminder that some beauty exists not to be held, but
to be witnessed — powerful not because it endures unchanged,
but because it
never stops becoming something new.
