The weir at Dean Village seemed to offer a waypoint for those walking along the path. As I stood for a while, I noticed people slowing for a moment, some staying for a few seconds, others for longer. Many wanted to capture what they’d experienced. Here is some of what I took away with me:
Pausing quietly
Cameras held
In reverence witnessing
For history repeating
As nature meets hands
hands meet nature
Sounding and rushing
Quickening and hastening
Meeting their meld
Co-creating, co-sustaining
Shedding light into light
Obscuring the obscurer
Transformed unchanged
Always and never the same
One and one
the same
