I was taken a bit off guard on this visit to the Falls of the Ohio by a rising Ohio River. While we have not received much precipitation recently, the same can’t be said for the parts of the Ohio River Valley north of here. When I showed up on this visit much of the accessible riverbank was already underwater. Here at the Falls the river level is regulated by a system of tainter gates and dams that helps ensure a steady water level for commercial barge traffic at the McAlpin Locks. It is a curious notion to think how much of this environment is managed for the benefit of man. Water is also released under these gates to help manage flooding along the length of the river and the land it passes through.
While walking the receding shoreline, I came across the remains of the larger recent figure I had set up in the tall grass. The river had already captured and changed it. I did find some new materials to make something with and this is the figure that resulted. I have no doubt that it too is now gone. I may find parts of it again once the river recedes.
He’s not the most attractive figure to say the least, but he’s what I had to work with on this day. At first, I positioned him by some other objects that had washed into here during the spring floods. As is my habit, I also moved him around to other locations that increasingly were being encroached upon by the rising river which was sending wave after wave crashing against the sandy beach. Here are a few images of where I eventually left this figure to its fate.
The sky had this interesting quality to it. Although it was still warm, the light conditions evoked a colder landscape. I nearly expected to see a flock of Sandhill Cranes to pass by high above me in their characteristic “V-shaped flight pattern. Since the day was proving to be less promising than anticipated…I decided to cut my day here short and move on to other concerns. I left my latest figure on the log where it waved its good byes to the city on the opposite bank of the river.
All and all it was a rather melancholy day. There are times I think I’m going to be able to do more than I actually accomplish, but on this day the river was calling the tune. I wonder how high the river will eventually get?