Yesterday morning I went back to Mount Hope Park to draw the Green River from one particular spot where the water shoots by. I was sitting there quietly and still next to the river, except I was probably drawing as furiously as the water was jumping, so the image I just conjured up, of being passive next to an active fury, maybe is not right, since this pen and ink image that I first conjured up is quite feverish. The day before when I made the other drawing, I saw an otter or marten, a sleek black animal larger than a cat with a long tail, jump into the river and with spurts quickly move through the rapids to the other bank. The animal moved against the water quite calmly, as if the rapids weren't there.
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