Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters. 
Norman McLean, A River Runs Through It
Posforth Gill, Yorkshire, 2009
Low Force, Teesdale, 2011
Milarrochy Bay, Scotland, 2012
Wast Water, England
Buttermere, England, 2012
Neusiedlersee, Austria, 2012
Neusiedlersee, Austria, 2012
Merced River, California, 2012
Tenyaya Lake, California, 2012
Merced River, California, 2012
Llyn Padarn, Wales, 2012
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