In 1899, a naval crewman named Ford padded into a narrow waterway connected to Endicott Arm, and was trapped for six terrible hours in a ripping tidal surge. His ordeal gave this waterfall, and indeed the 653,000-acre wilderness area around it, its name. There were actually three separate waterfalls plunging side by side down a huge cliff. I chose to shoot only one of them here – the one that offered the most beautiful pattern of water hitting rock. I used a fast shutter speed of 1/800th of a second to make this image, and converted it to black and white to simplify the composition and make the flow of water seem even more graceful and delicate. It’s beauty stands in direct opposition to its namesake.