17 Prospect Point-Moonlight
Prospect Point-Moonlight
If Niagara Falls in mid-day is of surpassing beauty, the picture at night is supernal in its weird and fascinating splendor. In the foreground, thrown into deepest shadow by the glory of a harvest moon, are the rocks, black as midnight in their contour. Beyond them like ghosts are the mists of the Fall that rise in spectacular shapes and hover above the agitated water like silver motes in the moonbeams. The green and violet and white of the waters by day are turned into bronze and silver by night. Restless, tireless, the mighty currents sweep on past ebon rock and sullen shore, moving ever onward under the placid beams of midnight moon or mid-day sun toward the ocean that will ultimately wind them in its clasp.
If Niagara Falls in mid-day is of surpassing beauty, the picture at night is supernal in its weird and fascinating splendor. In the foreground, thrown into deepest shadow by the glory of a harvest moon, are the rocks, black as midnight in their contour. Beyond them like ghosts are the mists of the Fall that rise in spectacular shapes and hover above the agitated water like silver motes in the moonbeams. The green and violet and white of the waters by day are turned into bronze and silver by night. Restless, tireless, the mighty currents sweep on past ebon rock and sullen shore, moving ever onward under the placid beams of midnight moon or mid-day sun toward the ocean that will ultimately wind them in its clasp.
Dieses Kapitel ist Teil des Buches Niagara - in Summer and Winter
