Donning hip waders or rain boots (depending on the season), I walk in local streams from outlet towards source, taking with me:

a pruner (for thickets)

a plastic bag (for treasures)

a pocket camera (for impromptu sculptures)

a waterproof notebook (for obervations).

Estranging myself in familiar landscapes, I experience presence and absence in new ways.

Trash is abundant in these streams. Sometimes it is beautifully abraded by the water and the stones and I have to search patiently, sometimes it announces itself as foreign, like me.