I live by the Delaware River and kayak it regularly. It is truly a “strong brown god” as T.S. Eliot put it in his poem The Dry Salvages, from The Four Quartets. Choked with detritus, lined with concrete, spanned by bridges, ignored, the river is still a palpable and powerful presence, presenting a ghostly, ever-changing beauty to those willing to look, and an untamable strength.

These images are multiple exposures, taken in 2008 on Tri-X film, with an Olympus X-A. Remember them?