The movements I have seen in these still frames, the memories, marks and changes … layered, are still here.
The rocks hold faults and knots. Hidden forces and pressures from different times. Falling water- a constant energy, whose weight and strength slowly erodes the information contained within the granite strata. The words and memories are insiduously flung into the invisible river streamed to the ocean of lives lived.
The sound silent behind the frame, roars, groans and echoes through the steep sided gorge.
An energy rages like thunder from the ground, shaken by the certainty of flowing and falling time and all that carries.
The ethereal sky’s capture emotive mists evaporating everything back to stillness.