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.
summer break’s over, it’s good to be back !
this nameless toadstool was hiding out on top of a log that had fallen, suspended over a wee brook i recently discovered in la Montagne Noire in Aude, France. it’s a gorgeous area that draws me back, the kind of order i’ll mindlessly obey.
light levels where very low, combine that with my super-wide angle 7.5mm 180° lens that has its own particular sense of colour rendition/image resolution, the image distortion expected from this type of lens and we get this lovely fungi in a somewhat painterly interpretation.
the pink and purple hues are as close to what my mind’s eye remembers: absolutely stunning.
sometimes it happens in a pub, sometimes it happens streamside. i guess it could happen anywhere where two or more anglers might chat but regardless, at some point in our fishing lives we’ve all heard the “who’s the best fisher in your opinion?” question.
my answer is invariably, this guy. he’s not a competition angler, isn’t Orvis nor Anyone endorsed, in fact he’s not in the least bit interested in praises nor endorsements. i like that.
i know, i’m not much of the conversationalist when it comes to subjects like this…
gnomic and ironic, just the way i like it.