Abstract
Sunlight filtered quietly through the trees along the bank. The water, often high after spring rains, was content to run at a gentle flow. A figure crouched over the face of the sandstone outcropping piled untidily on the shore, grasping a tool of some harder stone in hand. Older stories were already on the rock—the efforts of the previous generations offered grammar and vocabulary for the tale about to be told. Now the spirits of the place allowed a new vision to be added, perhaps this time a human figure or a bow or a bird.
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