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A river runs through it speaks to me and brings my memories of the Flathead, kalispel area in the late 1950's Your photograph is amazing! It brings back fond memories just like the Maclean novel...."Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it..."