Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.
– Norman Maclean
Anyone who has lived on or near a river, knows the awesome power and beauty rushing water commands. Such is the Snohomish. Snarled deadheads plucked loose by rising water tangle in the reeds on shore. Pilings become a garden for nesting heron or simply fade slowly into the mud. Metal dinosaurs of industry going extinct stand frozen succumbing to nature’s relentless attack. Peace and quiet are punctuated by the sounds and sights of shorebirds and waterfowl. Out of the current pops the head of a seal.
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