There is a place where two rivers meet, emptying themselves to form a new river, a great confluence to birth a waterway large enough to carry commerce to the open sea. This place is seen as a great beginning, giving life to the surrounding community. I see the death of two rivers, one with the cold dark waters rolling down from snow peaked mountains, the other tinged with the silt of the plains and the runoff from many lakes. Some see three rivers; I see the one predator and the two meandering prey.

confluence of two rivers, the Green River, and the Colorado River