Sheltered Near the River - An Installation

In the last handful of years before the second world war our family spent every summer in a small cottage in Havana Illinois on the banks of the wonderful, muddy, Illinois River. We were in the river and on the river in our rowboat with its tiny motor. The Heron and Egrets waided and soared and my mother , wearing a miners carbide light on her head , put out a trot line at night to catch fish. Those were the last carefree years . We felt invincible and safe by the river.