House Boats | Kennewick, WA | April 2019
I sit and watch birds flap by, their wingbeats duplicated on the glassy river. Clouds scud east, their movement duly recorded by the mirror-like surface. A woman in a yellow robe waves to me from her house boat window, then disappears from sight. But wait … a ripple of yellow robe remains reflected in the water. Maybe the woman’s after-image, waving, waving? Or, more likely, a discarded candy wrapper.