On the East side of Franconia Notch, the Falling Waters trail is a scenic jaunt that I haven’t seen in the summer in roughly 13 years. The last time I hiked it was mid-winter and everything was solid ice. This time out, I left my shoes at home to be sure I wouldn’t go too far, and brought a tripod along with a few lenses to shoot the falls. There are three decent sized falls as well as numerous tiny ones, but for this little trip I found that the largest falls were also the least photogenic. I know that every waterfall in the country has been photographed to death, but there is still something soothing about the sound of the falling water. I set up my tripod numerous times and merely tried to come up with something interesting.