Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada
If you happen to be growing up in a poor family in Toronto, Canada, and if you happen to be Hispanic, chances are you do the following three things: shop at Goodwill during the week, go to church on the weekends, and visit Niagara Falls on every holiday outing.
Chances are you walk the same half-mile section of pavement near the Falls, eating the sandwiches your parents brought from home and watching the ferry rides from a safe distance.
At Niagara Falls, I learned that nature was dangerous, full of caution signs, and could really only be enjoyed by the rich. I soon came to dread every long weekend at the Falls.
It wasn’t until we drove across North America last year that I was able to re-connect my soul to nature and specifically to water. It was my first time seeing a waterfall I was allowed to play in.
In many ways, our travels can be seen as a water pilgrimage, hugging the coast on the west and again on the east.
I have struggled to describe with words our human connection to water. It’s a primal and ancient relationship. Quite simply, water completes us.
“Take a course in good water and air; and in the eternal youth of Nature you may renew your own. Go quietly alone; no harm will befall you.” – John Muir
Below is a photo essay of my favorite waters across Canada and the USA.
Full collection of my water photos in this video:
Direct YouTube Link HERE
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
– George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
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