Chaudiere Falls

The bridge stretches across the river like a quiet spine, its arches dissolving into mist and motion.
The Ottawa River churns beneath it, a restless mirror pulling sky, city, and memory into its shifting surface.

Buildings rise in the distance, blurred silhouettes softened by spray and time.
They hover like half-formed thoughts, the kind that come when standing between two lives, two homes, two versions of yourself.

Here at Chaudière Bridge, the water does not simply flow, it surges with intention, carrying the weight of the city and the weight of the in-between.

Pigment scatters like wind on the water, revealing that even in movement there is a still point, and even in stillness there is a quiet current pulling forward.

This painting is not just a landmark, it is a crossing: a passage from what has been to what is becoming.
A bridge, yes, but also a threshold.