Blackfoot River, Montana
Two quotes come to mind from Norman Maclean’s “A River Runs Through It” –
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.
The world is full of bastards, the number increasing rapidly the further one gets from Missoula, Montana.
Now I haven’t spent any time in Missoula to test his theory, but we have lived about as far away as one can and have slowly moved closer and closer to the town.
There just may be something to it.