There to look at fish in the Connecticut River, I’m drawn to over-sized structures that harness and direct the river. Lines create layers upon layers of horizontal and vertical, intersecting and bisecting, throwing rust in contrast with the sky.
"Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses." — (Antoine de Saint-Exupery, Wind, Sand and Stars)