Elora Gorge

I went to grade school in Elora and have fond memories of playing in the gorge under the watchful gaze of the David St. bridge. It was a time before the safety fences and we told ghost stories of the people who fell to their deaths in the gorge every year.

Elora Gorge by Jax
Elora’s head is in the clouds as she sits holding the David St. bridge. Elora’s body is the sky, her arms and legs; the gorge walls and her skirts, the river itself.

 

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