I spent part of an afternoon just standing on the bank of the Manitowish River watching water flow over and around rocks photo’ing the changes the moving sun had on colors and reflections.
The sun traveled from east to west across the horizon, I traveled down the bank no more than ten feet down and back and the water was either coming or going or waiting.
Time passed and I noticed it but I was not afflicted by its passing. Time never stops like water it goes over, around and through sometimes looking like its standing still but always transforming predictably unpredictable.
