The Tibur River has flowed relatively unchanged through the length of Rome's history, both literally and figuratively.  Crossing the river over its bridges ancient and modern, I often pause and stare at the waters below.  I wonder how many others have done the same during the past 2 millennia.  I add my thoughts, wishes, hopes, dreams and fears to theirs and allow them to join the unending stream.

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On a May afternoon in 2019, I carried large scale cut-outs of iconic Roman sculptures and tossed them one by one into the river and let them float downstream beneath the bridges and sun (and passing boats) and said good-bye as I watched them journey towards the sea.