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Alec Soth: Near Kaaterskill Falls.

At length he reached to where the ravine had opened through the cliffs to the ampitheatre; but no traces of such an opening remained. The rocks presented a high impenetrable wall, over which the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam, and fell into a deep broad basin, black from the shadows of the surrounding forests.

—Washington Irving, “Rip Van Winkle.”