a.

on jumbled cement slabs in fox river

how little we know about our river friends—

i thought the current would be headed west

b.

fox river algal sways

rushes grow tall

blue heron sees us all

as i sat on one of the huge chunks of cement dumped near the bank of the fox river, i found myself trying to keep the electricity poles and other slabs of debris out of the shots of the opposite bank. that didn’t feel quite right, so i figured i had another “anthropocenum” moment on my hands. these shots are frank about what the fox looks like at this moment in its journey from halbach swamp down to the illinois.