I have a line from the old Beatles “I’ve Just Seen A Face” song running in my head: “Falling, yes I am falling…” Even though I’ve only been “falling” (looking at waterfalls) twice in the past week, the magic of them has deeply infused my consciousness. Several recent dreams have featured waterfalls, and I’ve looked at the pix from my two falls flights several times and in some detail. So with this title and intro, you already know not to read this post unless you’d like to hum along.
6476 Granny's Braid Falls
The ripples in this elegant waterfall evoke thin white hair that was braided and now falls free. I took a deep breath again just now, looking at it. Oh, to hover silently there in a balloon or on feathered wings. Even passing in Tripp all sound seems to fade away for a moment.
6504 Ancient Watermark
The detailed texture of the stones draws me inexorably back in time. Yet an impish part of me wants to call this Flip Flop Falls because it bounces off the opposing wall of the crevice halfway down. Imagine standing there. Especially if you hadn’t just endured an exhausting climb up through forests of poison oak and loose boulders.
6509 Table Top Falls
It’s probably dangerously slippery, but wouldn’t it be fun to sit in the white water on that broad slab at the base of the main falls?
6508 Reunion Falls
I don’t know, but presumably the creek splits above the falls and then rejoins on its way down. Even if water can’t be playful, it can bring out playful qualities in us, eh?
All of these diverse waterfalls are in a relatively small part of the North slope of the Santa Ynez Mountains, between Alisal Reservoir and Hwy. 101, and all are probably on private property that once was free as the water and air.
John & Anne Wiley 
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