The river’s face is ever changing. It can be mirror-like on still days, reflecting whatever is nearby–clouds, trees, photographers. On a windy day, white-caps roll and churn and roil the water. Objects below the surface send ripples to the top, subtle expressions that reveal potential hazards to those who can interpret their language. As the sun crosses up and over the river, the reflection can be blinding before yielding to golden tones and darkness. The river’s face has many expressions, but to see them, you have to keep coming back.