I love eddies in streams because, while it’s possible to point them out and label them as if they’re things (”Look at that eddy”), they’re obviously just transient patterns in a flow of water. I like their not-really-there-at-allness, because I’m sure that everything else is also a sort of vortex, a transient, temporarily self-sustaining pattern of matter-energetic flow which spins together and then dissipates.

Looking through some old camcorder tape, I found this footage of a trip down to our local river on a sunny winter day, when I found a quiet stretch of water where the sunlight showed “shadows” of the eddies, and I could watch them spinning past.

While I was filming, a mother and her child walked by and the boy asked me what I was doing – the conversation’s caught on the soundtrack.

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