Niagara Falls: honeymoon capital, power generator, land of wax museums and other creepy kitsch, you’ve always captured my imagination. It’s usually overcast, cold, the surrounding city forgotten, yet there Jeff and I were with the rest of the crowd, whipping out camera phones to capture this dreary moment. Except I was with two different Polaroid cams trying to get self-portraits while it rained, which is why they turned out so blue. No matter how many times I’ve visited, you still leave me breathless; the roaring river masks the chattering of tourists, making me feel as if I were the only one standing at the edge of your waters.
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