Great Falls, Maryland
The peace. The chaos. My camera.
My Canon A-1, long lens and Kodak T-MAX-400 “high-speed” black and white film captured the darker side of money and relationships. Insurance fraud. Cheating spouses. Future court cases.
Sometimes it got to me. And I’m not the guy, never was, that takes his problems home to his family.
So, occasionally, between cases and serves, I’d find myself wandering down Macarthur Blvd to the C&O National Park at Great Falls. While habit would have me photograph the couple meandering hand-in-hand down the towpath and wondering what nefarious activity (a slip into the woods?) they may be up to, I would instead turn my attention to the Great Falls, where the Potomac steps down about 60-70 feet in a hurry.
The savage roar and flailing water made for a great photo opportunity. And a great escape for a man looking to forget about last night’s events.
Freezing individual drops of water fleeing the violence at 1/1000th of a second was lifelike. The droplets would be fleeing, looking for a better life anywhere else before crashing into the rocks to be dissipated by the wind and sun. Or worse. Being reabsorbed into the collective.
The peace of the canal. The restraint of the locks. The towpath to somewhere. Or nowhere. The roar of the Great Falls. It all blended together there. Like this city I served.
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