Going back doing an other try, making an other, not.
Sticks stayed, dipper drift, tooooooo much debris, need to do it again.
Sticks saved, put secure.
Waiting for the right weather.
The third try was ships law, 3 times lucky.
CONSTANT FLOW OF IMPULSE
ADJUSTING TOWARDS ALTERATION
PUSH PERSISTENCE WAVES
READJUSTING WHAT WAS THERE
Finally the sticks stayed on the beach, not sure for how long.
The work was started at 7 in the morning in all peace without people.
On the way back people started to flow in with whatever they could carry.
The river beaches are a bit of a walk.
The poem will be a part of the Clean Rivers project, this September. What goes into the rivers here can go around many places in the world, even going around the world.
The poem is now in my garden and noting was left in the river, except my footprints, maybe.
The aim is to remind people of the beauty of the spot, without moralising.
Now i need to work on the film a new experience, which will take time.