Run

Run
The final urgent moments of a salmon struggling up river to spawn before dying seem to me to be a sort of noble act that goes beyond mere survival of the species. Against so many odds, the smolts that survive to make it to the ocean are compelled by instinct to return to the place of their birth. Procreation is paramount and vital, death but an incidental event after the more pressing task of reproduction, of ensuring the next generation.

The words RUN embodies, for me, far more than the salmon run. It seems to be a metaphor, representing so many species at risk from so many hazards of life, the chief one being what havoc we, the greediest of the species, are inflicting on the planet. Each day somewhere, a species is lost, extinguished forever, usually because of human priorities.

RUN reflects my concern for what we humans are doing to all future life on earth.