“this kind of stuff just doesn’t exist”
Claire EA Fiedler
2024

Available only in Matte Photo Print

Curling above a solemn, still river, lies a string of portals. Drying once every 100 years, to grant a small window in which you can go to another time. Different versions of the same patch on Earth-

-Before it was built

-After they came

-Beyond where we've been

Those who wait for this journey, feel the echo of time around them. It rushes past, fading in their peripheral, somewhat out of place. As the last of the water dries, they step through. Not in anyway you are familiar with — forward or back…

But rather, sideways.
For the river will rise again.