Rideau Falls

The water bends and breaks over the concrete edge, spilling downward in a slow thunder of ink and memory.
Above it, the city stands quiet, bridges, buildings, trees blurred into the soft hum of a place that is familiar yet never fully claimed.

Here at Rideau Falls, the landscape feels like a conversation between motion and stillness: the restless pull of water, the patient weight of the shore, the city watching from a gentle distance.

The falls are a threshold – a place where Ottawa reveals its pulse, where the sound of rushing water echoes the inner rush of living a life in-between. In the sweep of the current, there is both letting go and arriving, both memory and becoming.

This moment, captured in monochrome, is not just a view of the city, it is the feeling of standing on the edge of two worlds, two homes, listening to the water translate them into one continuous flow.