fish/fly

a happy little chub slurping down a mid-afternoon snack.

one of the slurpees ? doubt it but it’s still a fly.

a well-meaning friend asked me if this was still a fly fishing blog.
here you go.

“He’d grown unused to woods like this.

He’d become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by soft leaves, not needles; leaves that carried their deaths secretly inside them, that already heard the whispers of Autumn. Roots and branches that knew things.”
~ Michael Montoure, Slices

flaunting

some say “If you got it, flaunt it”.

animals don’t say or understand those terms nor do they need to fulfill a sense of reassurance, vanity or self-valorisation:
they have the upper hand.

i wonder what it is.

countless hours and days spent in the woods streamside all over the globe and i’ve never seen a tree like this. how little i know; i need to get out more often…

nice and crispy

six months or so of just laying there or being blown around, snowed and rained on. it always amazes me how resilient, forever beautiful these things are.