The essence of moving water is overpowering; a total drowning of every sense in the body and mind. It is meditative in the way that nothing else matters, all is swept away with the current. Your thoughts are no longer audible, your mind is at peace. Like staring into a flame; so familiar, repetitive, but primal and somehow almost always irresistible. Hours elapse, maybe even an entire night. Still nothing has changed. Repeating cycles so simpIe and inexplicably human. For this is why I envy the harlequin. He experiences this purity by day and night, year after year, spring after spring, a life so perfectly coupled with water. He is at home here.
I could hardly hear the camera shutter, I didn’t want to. I wished for that moment to last forever.
