081313 #copperhead Paddling is watching his shoulder muscles, rolling steady in the sun. Matching his perfect rhythm, watching his perfect back. The tributary stream is narrow; trees abound on either side. The cool blue-green of tributary shaded by the hazy green of overhanging vegetation—we're thrusting up a sluice we'd have to stand up in to turn around. Every time the paddles pause, suspended, drips leave trails of circles, tiny waves of history, expanding, colliding, interfering, disappearing.