A weekend reflection on this post through the words of a fellow blogger…

A Traveler's Tale

I wish I’ve spent more time on the Fly River and have captured more images about life on and around its waters.  Scenes like this, suggesting serenity and locals having complete control and benefiting exclusively from this natural resource, was probably more common in the older days before the mines upstream contaminated the water and made this indigenous transportation route a fast lane for their cargo ships.

A fellow blogger whose prose in Damantgui’s Blog I really love, has these beautiful words in form of insight about this photo which I thought should take the center stage of this post:

“I thought how lovely and how strange a river is. A river is a river, always there, and yet the water flowing through it is never the same water and is never still. It’s always changing and is always on the move. And over time the river itself changes too. It…

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