Susan Keiser © 2016
A River Made of Time and Memory
Rivers begin as mountain trickles, grow deep and powerful, spread wide and calm, until at the end, they open their mouths to the sea.
While the current flows inexorably in one direction, its changeable speed cycles objects from surface to bed, creating a second, unseen river of memories.
One can never step in the same river twice. Our lives are as fluid as the waters that propel them, and my images tell tales not truths. Fresh visions appear, images aggregate into chapters, and the river flows on.