Imagine going to the beach and being able to just pick up amazing natural works of art… oh wait, I forgot that’s why I go to the beach in the first place!
Now imagine The Falls are are like a designer denim factory for detritus: they slap the river’s debris around, soak it in sediment, beat it against the rock until it has the same distressed finish you might pay $200 for in a boutique on Bardstown Road. Every log, glass shard, plastic lid, and twisted hunk of rust is a product line in that involuntary couture, given the sandpaper baptism of current and time.
We’re going to take you on an adventurous walk for treasure, and you might get to watch us try to haul back a big chunk of wood or random marine industrial fodder.
Then we’ll show you what we do with the recovered media.
(fancy for junk or debris)
Stay Tuned!