I photographed the river while sitting on my favorite rock.
As clouds and the leaves of arching trees shaded the river of its late afternoon sun, tiny river fish faded from sight. The indirect light created a reflection on the river’s surface, obscuring its depth and the life beneath the surface. The fish were still there, but were no longer visible under the river’s reflective veil.
Adding white light to white noise, my view of the rich diversity of another world became a view of myself. Window to mirror.
