I wanted to live in a perfect world. A world where all of the water is fresh, clean and clean. A world of solitude and peace, broken only by the occasional call of a loon, or the rushing of water toward the sea. A world of lush green primeval forests, pristine powdered snow and psychedelic autumn hues. A place where the air is so clean that only the Northern Lights can block the view of the Milky Way. This is not a fantasy world. It actually exists in the Northwoods surrounding Lake Superior.

From the introduction to the book Fresh Water Falling: The Waterfalls of Lake Superior.

All photos were created with a 4x5 view camera on Ektachrome film from 1982-1996.