Iguazu Falls, Argentina
The beginning of the falls, at the top of the “Devil’s Throat.”
Matt Feldman PhotographyInspiring you to get out there, in the distance, and see it for yourself.
Matt Feldman Photography
The beginning of the falls, at the top of the “Devil’s Throat.”
I ride a school bus every morning now. Again. A big yellow one. With green vinyl seats you peel yourself off of in hot weather. With the fold-out STOP sign. With the flashing lights. With the windows that only slide halfway down, enough to only tease riders about relief from the stifling environs. But my lunch hasn’t been stolen (yet), so things are still good.
In a silent forest of cedars, poplars and ancient granite, a void worthy of a fantastic fable.
Upstream of the main falls, there are plenty of interesting locations to watch the water. This long exposure captures the junction of the churn and the constant flow…
Two hours from Christchurch, through low, grass-covered hills, we swing around a bend. The road stretches out across a massive plain of grass and flowers and sparse trees, sliced in two by the grey road — a straight shot that stretches out until it disappears at the base of the Southern Alps.