The rapids of the Walker were not particularly beautiful or unique, so I worked instead on juxtaposing the moving water against symbolic context on land. I found a fallen tree lying in deep shadow that seemed to echo the undulations of the flowing water before it. The Walker’s banks are lined with many such trees, caught by its floodwaters and then left strewn along its banks as its waters receded. I devote more space to the shadows that surround the tree, and use the river as context, instead of as subject. The tortured, barren limbs of the abstracted tree attest to the power of the river, and the fury of nature.