|Cool sight on a hot day (click for widescreen wallpaper version)|
She's posing for a photo shoot, with the photographer just off to the left, shooting up at her from a low angle, and an assistant to the front and right holding a white reflector to light her up just so. He was talking to her, and she was moving around, but all I could hear was falling water of the Arizona Falls. The way that the water breaks up from abstract streaky sheets at the top of this photo into discrete drops by the time it reaches the bottom appeals to me. Also, I imagine that she's quite beautiful, which the photo allows for, but does not prove or disprove, equally probable. I nearly rode across the bridge, around to the other side of the falls, to take pix from the other side of the falls, but stopped myself: what would be the point? My imagination was already fueled. I already had this shot. Additional information, further photons, more bytes, detailed specification, settling the question: all unnecessary. The cosmos spins a little bit better for me not knowing, for once.
She's the woman in the falls, anything's possible, and she's a dream. Leave it. There's no reason to clear up the mystery.
I was hot and thirsty, so I took a long, cool drink, and watched their photo shoot through the falling water. Anything's possible. Get up. Go ride.