Continental divide, east side

It is the year the water flows like it is holding a camera.

There is more than enough, or too little.

It is everywhere, or nowhere.

Abundance in the north, alienation in the south, confusion and opposition east and west.

Clear water runs in a creek beside a cabin in northwest Wyoming. Normally dry this time of year, it tries to hold still for its picture but keeps moving downhill to powwow with the big river below.

Water so clear it can be seen through, from top to bottom, beginning to end, from the snow still on the mountains down through the Big Horn Basin and on to the Mississippi.

Living water, knowing the past, seeing the future.