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.