This morning, 1/15/09, around nine I had to go home to pick up my Robert Smithson Catalog for class. As I drove along the river leading up to my house, I noticed what seemed like table sized plates of ice floating static in the river. The ice was very crystalline resembling a alien landscape. When I arrived home I scrambled down the hill to the river to discover that the ice was anything but static. These plates of ice were spinning down the river at a speed that I would not have imagined from our placid Hocking River. Up river about a quarter mile there is a short but wide water fall that is taking the very large sheets of ice flowing in to it and crushing them up into these dynamic moving plates. Each plate of Ice had it's own trajectory and rotation. It was not hard to imagine the speed and scale differently resulting in a dramatic change of consequences. The soft and subtle sounds of ice becoming collisions on the magnitude of an earthquake.The relative motion of the plates to one another was graceful and deciving not unlike a trip down the interstate, everything seems fine until a collision.