Some discoveries require effort and solitude; others, like Multnomah Falls, invite everyone who passes by to stop and look.

Rising 620 feet in two dramatic drops, it commands attention the moment you arrive.

On a cold, misty February day, I braved the rain and fog to photograph the falls.

Visitors moved through the scene, umbrellas raised, footsteps echoing on wet pavement.

I worked patiently, shielding my camera from the rain, waiting for moments when the falls could speak for themselves.

My goal was to capture the mood—the fog softening the edges, the lush greenery clinging to the cliff, and the historic bridge arching across the river.

Standing there, I imagined the countless travelers who had crossed that bridge, each pausing, if only briefly, to listen to Multnomah’s thunderous whisper.