Confluence
"In St. Louis I paused to see the fountain of fountains—Carl Milles’s ‘The Meeting of the Waters,’ a great bronze group personifying the confluence of the Missouri and the Mississippi. There under a windy sky I spent an hour marveling at the life-sized figures of river god and goddess, tritons and naiads, fishes and shells—and getting soaked by the ever-shifting spray from the fountain’s jets. Here was water to waste. Here the plenty of the country’s greatest rivers makes water a common element. My thirst was for the arid lands where water is more precious than copper or gold."
–Lawrence Clark Powell
Confluence
"In St. Louis I paused to see the fountain of fountains—Carl Milles’s ‘The Meeting of the Waters,’ a great bronze group personifying the confluence of the Missouri and the Mississippi. There under a windy sky I spent an hour marveling at the life-sized figures of river god and goddess, tritons and naiads, fishes and shells—and getting soaked by the ever-shifting spray from the fountain’s jets. Here was water to waste. Here the plenty of the country’s greatest rivers makes water a common element. My thirst was for the arid lands where water is more precious than copper or gold."
–Lawrence Clark Powell