Bull River

Sunset found me again contemplating the sounds of industrial civilization's energy flows. Above me, power lines; behind me, the rush of the highway; in the distance, a long train of tanker cars carrying oil. Even this river eventually feeds our appetite for energy: it runs into the Clark Fork with its dams, then Lake Pend Oreille with its large hydroelectric project, and finally the Columbia River and its series of power stations. I planted here next to an embankment where the highway crosses the mouth of the Bull River as it enters the Clark Fork. When there is an interval between cars and trains, the evening is full of birdsong... and the occasional pocket trumpet

--Caracol