Through the River's Eyes
If rivers had eyes, what would they see?
I’d imagine flickering reflections of reeds against the water, glimpses of shiny fish tails disappearing into the dark abyss, and underwater forests of feathery leaves and stems shaded by a canopy of lily pads. Minks curiously peaking out behind rocks, and loons diving down to catch the unsuspecting fish. A father teaching his son how to cast a fishing rod, or two naive research students fighting the rapids in a sinking canoe, caught in a torrential rainstorm .