Why is it these days that we are not satisfied with memories? Why do we need a record of that memory as well? On a recent trip to Niagara Falls (we are blessed that it is only one hour drive from Toronto!), my camera battery ran out, so no pictures!
Fortunately, I have dozens (close to a hundred?): from near, from far, with a telephoto lens, with a cheap digital one, in color, in black and white, on motion picture film. Ad infinitum.
It is probably the most majestic place that I know of.