I look at water from above. From height, water takes on its true scale, and what cannot be seen from the ground appears: the whole, the boundaries, the relationship between the parts.

I search for waters that do not resemble the idea we have of water. Sometimes the cause is nature, sometimes it is us, often both. I know where I am going, what I am looking at. The details come later. The image does not say.

What I pursue is the question that imposes itself: what is this, why is it like this, what formed it, what will become of it. Waters free, new, old, used, divided, reused. The question is the beginning.