than usual, which made the light a little bit prettier than usual.
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.
and downs below,
trout pond somewheres between.
up, down and across, getting nowhere.
here’s what it sounded like:
last time i went fishing, this is what i caught
while not paying attention to my backcast.