Three dense and gnarled pines intertwine and twist upwards like flying dragons. Behind these pines is a waterfall that plunges downward and suddenly splits into a number of cascades, spilling over the rocks and rushing on. A passer-by on a precarious little bridge over these falls gazes up in awe. The light on the water and the reflection of the man, and the mistiness which almost seems to dampen him with its moistness. Includes a colophon by the artist.
