the word’s origin is Latin: oblivio(n-) > from oblivisci, to ‘forget’.
or as in my case; as in forgetting or rather putting aside temporarily the idea that this started off as a fishing trip but the rod never managed to get out of the car. blissful, truely blissful.
the opposite of short cuts, they’re still the best way i’ve found to smooth out the ‘gotta leave the stream and get back home’ blues.
one is rather fancy, the other a cell phone.
i won’t be getting rid of the fancy any time soon but geez…
on a cold winter’s day.
as much as i’d wish for just that, it’s not about to happen so i’ll settle for second best: new glasses that allow me to see beautiful forms and textures in a medium that has neither form nor texture.
he’s fierce, big, nasty, angry and ugly
but his droppings are rather pretty.
mind where you put your feet.
as in Glasgow and Andorra, because there’s a lot more to fishing trips than just fishing.
and downs below,
trout pond somewheres between.