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By the time you stand at the foot of the falls, the floor is half orange, half wet stone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eReads alongside \u003cem\u003eThe Living Mountain\u003c\/em\u003e by Nan Shepherd, \u003cem\u003eA Time of Gifts\u003c\/em\u003e by Patrick Leigh Fermor, or any book read after a walk through woods that set themselves on fire for a few weeks a year.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"The Fine Art of Bookmarks","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":58112176423296,"sku":"TFAOB-S19-B091","price":14.9,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0996\/2346\/9440\/files\/dardagna-waterfall-fine-art-bookmark-fine-art-bookmark-cover.jpg?v=1780057035"},{"product_id":"jungle-tears","title":"Jungle Tears","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"long-description\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe leaf that lets go on a windless morning when nobody is in the garden. The book on the shelf in the empty house, sliding off two centimetres a year. The single tear during a film watched alone, that nobody including you keeps very long. The water in the pipes of an empty hotel, doing its work all winter for the next paying guest. Most of what falls in the world happens with no audience. The water keeps going, asking nothing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThis narrow waterfall lives between two walls of jungle in southeast Asia, several hours from the nearest town worth naming on a map. The moss has eaten everything that could be eaten. The water has been falling like this for as long as the moss can remember. On any given afternoon, nobody is here.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSits alongside \u003cem\u003eHeart of Darkness\u003c\/em\u003e by Joseph Conrad, \u003cem\u003eState of Wonder\u003c\/em\u003e by Ann Patchett, or any book read where the noise of the world stops at the edge of the page.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"The Fine Art of Bookmarks","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":58112176488832,"sku":"TFAOB-S19-B092","price":14.9,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0996\/2346\/9440\/files\/jungle-tears-fine-art-bookmark-fine-art-bookmark-cover.jpg?v=1780057086"},{"product_id":"silver-flowing","title":"Silver Flowing","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"long-description\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWatch a thing for half a second and you see motion. Hold the same view for thirty seconds and the motion blurs into a shape that was not there. The river that looked grey at one glance is silver across a minute. The face of the friend across the table is one face for an instant and a slightly different face by the time the conversation is over. Time has its own developer. Hold the frame long enough and a different picture comes out.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eA long exposure on a temperate hillside, the falls broken into a hundred small streams over wet stone. The motion has been held for thirty seconds. What stays is silver. The water itself, in the moment, was clear and fast. Held, it is something else.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eReads alongside \u003cem\u003ePilgrim at Tinker Creek\u003c\/em\u003e by Annie Dillard, \u003cem\u003eKlara and the Sun\u003c\/em\u003e by Kazuo Ishiguro, or any book read by water that has been moving long enough to have changed colour.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"The Fine Art of Bookmarks","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":58112176521600,"sku":"TFAOB-S19-B093","price":14.9,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0996\/2346\/9440\/files\/silver-flowing-fine-art-bookmark-fine-art-bookmark-cover.jpg?v=1780057130"},{"product_id":"sunset-curtain","title":"Sunset Curtain","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"long-description\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eYou walk behind the waterfall and the wall of water is between you and the rest of the world. The sound is a continuous applause that does not get louder when you step into it because the sound is already as loud as it can be. The path is wet, the rock is wet, your hood is up. Then you turn around. The sun has decided to come through the water, low, on its way out. The world has rearranged itself for thirty minutes, and you have been given a different angle on it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIn southern Iceland, near the bottom of a coastal range, a long single waterfall pours over a mossy ledge with enough room behind it for a path. Local people know the half hour at the end of the day when the angle is right. They drive over to be there for it. They leave with their coats damp and their evening rearranged.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eA natural fit for \u003cem\u003eBreath\u003c\/em\u003e by Tim Winton, \u003cem\u003eBurial Rites\u003c\/em\u003e by Hannah Kent, or any book read after walking somewhere wet enough to change your clothes and your mind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"The Fine Art of Bookmarks","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":58112176554368,"sku":"TFAOB-S19-B094","price":14.9,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0996\/2346\/9440\/files\/sunset-curtain-fine-art-bookmark-fine-art-bookmark-cover.jpg?v=1780057162"},{"product_id":"turquoise-cascade","title":"Turquoise Cascade","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"long-description\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe blue of the sea you remember from a holiday is the blue the water actually was, not a filter someone put over it later. The yellow of a kitchen you grew up in was the colour the paint dried to, not the colour on the tin. The pink of the dress your sister wore to her wedding was the colour the silk actually held in afternoon light, not a memory you have brightened. The colours we remember best are the ones that came out of the thing itself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eGlacier water is turquoise because of tiny rock flour, ground from the bed of the ice, held in the water, scattering the blue back at you. The colour is the water, plus what the ice has been doing for ten thousand years. This is southwest Iceland in summer, where the river runs over a low stairway of basalt and broadcasts its colour into the air.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBelongs in the same shelf as \u003cem\u003eIndependent People\u003c\/em\u003e by Halldór Laxness, the woodblock prints of Hokusai, or any book read by a window in a room that gets the right light only once a day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"The Fine Art of Bookmarks","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":58112176619904,"sku":"TFAOB-S19-B095","price":14.9,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0996\/2346\/9440\/files\/turquoise-cascade-fine-art-bookmark-fine-art-bookmark-cover.jpg?v=1780057164"}],"url":"https:\/\/thefineartofbookmarks.com\/collections\/waterfalls-singles.oembed","provider":"The Fine Art Of Bookmarks","version":"1.0","type":"link"}