In preparation for a long weekend of hunting waterfalls in the Columbia River Gorge, I made a preliminary trip to Shasta County. We set up camp following a torrential downpour that swelled the rivers and made the waterfalls appear to gush with pent-up fury and raging joy after a long drought. I was amazed at how far the spray was flying, whipping off of the falls and sailing towards me every other minute as gusts of wind turned the river into a giant oscillating sprinkler system. At one point the wind managed to push the clouds apart enough to admit this terrific beam of light into the scene, and I was lucky to catch it between frantic wipes of my lens.