Words by Khaetidawne and Brendan Quirk. The photo was taken in September of 2020. This print was made in February, 2021 on 8” x 10” paper.
See the first post below for the text for this image.
Down here at the riverside, such a cool greyish blue
We stand by and watch river water rush through.
The water ripples and splashes, overhead the birds flock
We notice the whitecaps as the water dances fast over rocks.
The day has grown warmer and it’s time for a drink.
Intricate textures of rocks and white water are fascinating, I think.
I tell my Love that, “The River flows forward toward its destiny,
These rocks, once part of the Falls, fell millennia past - you see...”
She smiles, drinking deeply; she listens, though she must know,
“The Falls are well upstream from here”; I point the way we must go.