“You can flush my ashes down the toilet, for all I care”

Carolyn Gold Heilbrun‘s quote always makes me chuckle when i think about what to do with my own body.
completely indecisive between having med students slice, prod and pry or, having to put the burden on someone to go dump my ashes in some river that could probably do without having any more crap dumped into it, i guess the subject will require a bit more stream-side thought but in the meantime and with my donor card safely tucked away, i’ll contemplate this kind of ash instead.

river Clyde, Scotland

“Go on, I got your 6”

he didn’t actually say it but it was implied by his stature and presence. his good mojo helped me catch three gorgeous jewel-like brown trout in the tiny mountain brook not five metres behind me but the best part was a comment from a lady that walked by as i was taking his photo; “This one’s funny, it looks just like my husband’s…….. “  and walked away hands over mouth with what i thought i saw as a little blush.

a nice, vibrating little chance encounter that changed the tone to the outing for the rest of the afternoon. nice.

mnt noire ash m.fauvet-TLC 16-7-16