Words by Khaetidawne and Brendan Quirk. The photo was taken in September of 2018. This print was made in March, 2019 on 8” x 10” paper.
See the first post below for the text for this image.
Peering down again we catch a distant fisherman alone
Working to mine the pool below the Falls and carry a trophy home.
“He’s hoping to bring to the fireside a feast for his family for dinner!”
My Love, puts in her thoughts, and then to the sandbar looks for a glimmer
Of swimmers, or sunbathers, children with pails looking for shells today,
But - alas - the beach remains empty and bare, the swimmers gone away.