One never knows what one might see near a waterfall. In the woods where I played as a child, places where the water fell through the forest were wondrous. Down through Leprechaun Valley there were many playful little waterfalls tumbling over rock and mossy rill. There were small clear pools where the sunlight would glisten down to reflect dapples of light up into our faces.
My family and I visited Niagara Falls a few years ago. I have not lost my love for waterfalls. Someday I shall draw the dancing mist maidens I saw there.