“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.”
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories
Before and After
Entrance to the Santa Fe Trestle Trail, Dallas, Texas
I took this photo on a fun organized bike ride last October.
Here’s what the same spot looks like now.