It aimlessly drifts with the wind
We find ourselves in places of unfamiliar faces
Bathing in the shadows of sin
Our souls become lost up in the holocaust
That once was a beautiful life
Like a ship drifting upon the tide we bang and then we ride
The white horse straight into death
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The area is called The Arizona Falls and is formed by a natural 20-foot drop along the Arizona Canal between what is now 56th and 58th streets. It reopened in June 2003 as a restored hydroelectric plant and neighborhood gathering place where visitors can learn, interact and reflect.
I was out wondering around one day when I happened to stumble upon this place. It sits up along the banks of a canal and if you are driving by it’s kind of hard to spot. Once I saw it, I knew I had to go out and shoot it. There is nothing “special” about this photo, but it holds a place near to my heart since it was one of the first things I photographed after moving to Arizona.
Dating back to the late 1800s, when the ancient HoHoKam indian canals were rebuilt – Arizona Falls had been a gathering place in the desert, until it was forgotten, then revitalized 12 years ago.
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