For me it is the water. Always the water. The closer to its source I go, the closer I find myself to my own.
Fly Fishing
Sometimes the bar, why, he eats you…
Our power to rationalize is indeed formidable. But mostly, it’s bull...
The Voice of Silence: An excerpt
An excerpt from "Voices of Silence," my latest piece at @ecotheoreview
The Old Man
And they grew to know one another,
the river with her piscatorial prizes,
and the Old Man with his dreams.
Cabin Fever and the Struggle for Awesomeness
...some days, you just have to work a little harder to be awesome.
