Water doesn’t have its own distinctive shape like, say, a rock ledge, a cliff top or a river bank – it takes on the shape of any harder object or substance it encounters. So finding the water’s ‘edge’ is virtually impossible because it’s not really the water’s edge at all – but the edge of the shape the water has filled!
But … sometimes the shape is too small to hold it so the water trickles, drips and flows its way over the edge, down … always down.
Under the rocky bar at Clematis Falls, near Halls Gap – deep in the Victorian Grampians region – the water has risen to meet the edge. A curtain of drops makes its own magic* in the early morning sunlight as it falls to make a new shape in the pool below.
And I see the water’s edge …
* Magic = the setting on my camera I used to take this shot!