These photos were taken at Arizona Falls, a small park about 4 miles from my house on the Phoenix/Scottsdale border. I pass it going to and from work everyday. Located on the canal, it is also a functional hydroelectric plant that furnishes power for 150 homes.
The colors are all natural. Algae does wonderful things.
Niagara Falls, it’s not, but it’s an interesting little place to go. It even has a dance floor upstairs and it’s open 24 hours a day so you can dance under the stars, if you want.
From behind the above falls, the opposite side of the canal looks like an Impressionist painting.
The place is a little eerie–there’s never anyone around but a guard upstairs reading the paper–with the sound of rushing water underground.
Not much chance of being swept away…
This will give you an idea of the scale–not very large.
It was originally built in the early 1900s and then was closed for over 50 years. It reopened in 2003 as a public art project, WaterWorks, as well as a power plant.
The setting sun made the falls glisten…
Dusk was falling and I got outta there…before the humidity, the fishy smell, and the eeriness got the better of me. But, all in all, I think it was a successful photo op…and the fourth in my urban park series.