It flows, seemingly singular… until something intrudes. Then, instead of resisting, it parts at the level of molecules, and recombines on the other side.
The bank is the end of one world and the beginning of another; a place of soft contrasts, where organic forms reach the limit of their existence, and begin to dissolve.
The water embraces them all. Its force and flow, its constant, gentle energy cannot be placed in time… only process. The photographer’s challenge is to follow that flow.
©Stephen Tanham, 2020.