All that water power encapsulated so elegantly, Gilly. I once stood on the knife edge in a rainstorm. I was holding a kanga wrap over my head to fend off the downpour, and then had a sudden sense of terrifying lift. Hang-gliding over the falls was not something I had had in mind. A quick retreat was definitely called for.
Powerful image and words, Gilly
All that water power encapsulated so elegantly, Gilly. I once stood on the knife edge in a rainstorm. I was holding a kanga wrap over my head to fend off the downpour, and then had a sudden sense of terrifying lift. Hang-gliding over the falls was not something I had had in mind. A quick retreat was definitely called for.
Eeek! 🙂
I feel the power of the water in this Haiku, Gilly. ❤
The photo is also gorgeous. Both make me smile. 🙂
powerful indeed – love the photo Gilly ❤
Powerful haiku, Gilly. 🙂
To see such nature’s spectacle and hear its thunderous beat …
Stunning shot Gilly and the haiku says it all. Love it! 😀
So beautifully told, Gilly 🙂
I like the succinct words accompanying the strong photograph. Nice.
I feel the power just looking at your photo and reading your words —
Perfect haiku for this magical place, Gilly. “The Smoke which Thunders” is such a great name. Lovely shot! 🙂
Power…oh yes. i remember standing there and feeling very insignificant
Great choice of words Gilly! Mosi oa Tunya loses its magic in the English translation!