A RIVER LIES IN A BED
“A river is a body of water. It has a foot, an elbow, a mouth. It runs. It lies in a bed. It can make you good. It has a head. It remembers everything.”
— Natalie Diaz, The First Water is the Body from Postcolonial Love Poem
These abstracted images of the Cache la Poudre River in Northern Colorado are a document of meditations on change, water as both resource and kin, and river ecology. The water level rises and falls dramatically over the course of the year and what the river reveals or conceals along its shoreline and in its depths fluctuates accordingly.