Because waterfalls in basalt are the shape of skulls, the shallow bowls that catch the energy of life that is the world, they are great places to think.
It’s a good thing you don’t have to translate those thoughts into words.
To walk into these canyons is to walk away from story into poetry.
Note the “field” on the upper right.
People used to live here. This was the boundary of a house field.
You didn’t look out. You looked in.