In 2013 The Hangingstone River flooded Fort McMurray, and our relationship to that river changed. It was a natural event that we found ourselves pinned against, fighting against something that we are apart of. Floods are a part of nature, something that changes our environment and leaves relics and icons in its wake, something that the land heals over and in time forgets.
As I was walking along the relics of the flood, the logjams that changed the course of the river I thought of how hard we fight with ourselves over the nature of our relationship with our environment. Because maybe we are not the animals taking a drink from the stream, maybe we are instead the flood, something that changes the course of the river and that the land will heal over and in time forget.