Straight,

no Purple Haze chaser.

you go your way,

i’ll go mine.

if we’re lucky we’ll both get lost and meet somewhere in between.

two friggin’ Aliens

just waiting for someone to fall in…

asymmetry kicks symmetry’s ass any day of the week.


in my very unhumble opinion.

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“The impressionist painters repudiated both the precise academic style, emotional concerns and their interest in objective representation, especially of landscape, was influenced by early photography”

and my own influences in photography come from the very same painters that where influenced by photography combined with a healthy dose of staring at water:
circles, continuations and swirly things

this Fall Guy

reminded me of Eugene Victor Tooms.

they tell us we’re supposed to be very-very concentrated while fishing: it’s a nice idea and all but it doesn’t always work.

Canal dreams

that’s also the name of a fantastic novel by Iain Banks but my canal dreams aren’t nearly as dramatic, poetic nor finely constructed. i don’t dream of canals as such but since i mostly sleep next to one my waking self can’t help but think that somehow some sort of liquidy-stary impressions seep in when my eyes are closed. here’s un aperçu, bonne nuit !

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.

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.

twist and wind

as in: twist my ankles getting in and out of there and wind up getting lost on the way out.
just parts of what makes a great day streamside i suppose…

moon above

 

and moon below.

(i’m loving the big-eared piggy top left !)

-and a little something in between-

call it novelty, the little boy-like excitement of working out the ins and outs of a new camera kit or just a distraction from fly fishing or whatever you’d want, but i’m having a blast mostly focusing on and recording the natural elements that surround the fly fishing world without actually doing a lot of fishing: i’m really enjoying the break.

regular readers will have noticed over the last few months scarcely any new posts here directly related to fishing, fly casting, fly tying and while that’s probably just a passing thing i’ll continue this current urge/theme until it wears out or something else comes about.

as well, regular readers will also have noticed that The Limp Cobra has acquired a new name: Fiat Lux
which was the name of my photo studio what seems like several lifetimes ago.
it’s Latin for ‘Let there be Light’, the fundamental element of photography (bring it on !) with the added bonus that it sounds weird, funny or rather, funky,  just like The Limp Cobra…
i’m changing or maybe just blending to a past self so it seems normal that this site should follow along.

apart from the site’s title all content will of course remain the same.
all previously posted tying, casting, kit and fishing articles are right there where they’ve always been and can be accessed through the top bar menus of any page, in the Categories section at the bottom of any page or by using the Search bar also at the bottom of any page so hopefully there’s a little something for everyone even if i primarily focus on the eye candy.

as always thanks for stopping by, i hope you’ll come back.
marc

‘Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey’


~ George Gordon Byron

globulorbs

a history/geography teacher once told me that if you stared at maps long enough you’d start seeing things you never thought where there and the more you looked, the more you’d see.
as i was maybe ten years old at the time the gent’s probably not around anymore but if he was i’d tell him it works with all sorts of things, notably water.

i’d also tell him how much his influence, not only in maters of maps but on myriad subjects, has stayed with me since and have made me, at least in my mind, a better person. i guess i’d tell him i love him too.

openings.

 

another trout season, the shift from winter to spring, from dark to light, one flow flowing, opening into another.

Mulholland drive

my take on Lynch’s film is that it’s a nightmare of a nightmare but whether that’s true or not is irrelevant in regards to today’s watery image.mulholland-m-fauvet-tlc-25-2-17
there is however a connection in that nightmare within a nightmare or dream within a dream concept but then, maybe that’s just me.

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at first it might seem like some computer generated imagery created for a sci-fi flick but you know, nature doesn’t need any artifices to be dramatic, thought-provoking, beautiful, awesome and just plain cool. enjoy !

“This video is being shown at normal speed. For those who have not witnessed an event like this in person, it may look as if the video is sped up. Some ice stacking events move more slowly, especially when the wind is weaker or intermittent. The large sheets of ice shown in this video had pretty good momentum from sustained winds, but at one point the ice came to a groaning halt and the silence seemed almost deafening; it was a little eerie. Then the breeze picked up and the ice was on the move again, stacking plates.”

via Dawn M. LaPointe / RadiantSpiritGallery.
for more info on this fascinating phenomenon click here.

Our full potential is when we flow as one

beautiful images with an even more beautiful message, drink them down and let them flow through.

If you want to shine like a sun,

first burn like a sun.

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Avul Pakir Jainulabdeen Abdul Kalam

What do you think about the number 19 ?

“I like it. An odd mix of the smallest number and the largest – together in one package. It speaks to the extremes of the Universe and yet shows how they can be inexorably tied.
It is also unique in that both numbers are formed by a single constant line (using standard type). One line straight; the other curving before coming down to the base line – not so distant cousins – and neither one having a family relation with any other number. The “4” has multiple stops and abrupt changes in directions with its multiple line formation and the “2”, “3”, “5”, and “7” have their sudden starts and stops.
Although a mere number, as humans, we can’t but help to tie it to other numbers by which we judge ourselves. As an age number it is greatly important; the first step from being a “teenager” to becoming a “young adult”. In fact, the shapes of the numbers suggest a relationship between youth and age – the straight erect youth next to the bent and wizened old-timer standing together – as if sharing the secrets of life (though “1” will certainly not listen).
I would have to put “19” up there as a major number; a number among numbers. Yes, I definitely like “19”.*

enough niceties, this is somewhere in the Scottish Highlands.

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* another anonymous gem caught in the web.

” I wanted to be a galaxy “

  ~ Twyla Tharp

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nothing neck-breaking, just down-to-earth fireworks reflected on water. for more watery galaxies, click here. enjoy !

new eyes

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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.

“Cultivate your curves,

they may be dangerous but they won’t be avoided.”
~Mae West

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‘a seemingly unsolvable problem is suddenly and abruptly resolved by the inspired and unexpected intervention of some new event, character, ability or object, or not’

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bit of clichéd title there but i like corny. besides, doublethinking‘s fun.

the little guy takes the cake

was out streamside seeing things that aren’t really there,

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when out of the corner of the eye i saw this beautiful little puff look up in my direction and continue towards me picking up wee morsels along the way, chomping them down quickly.
the main camera and tripod where precariously balanced on a pointy boulder so i grabbed a few images of Mr. Mouse with the phone. its not the smallest of phones but i can only imagine that it probably must have seemed as a wall to him but that was neither here nor there for this guy, he was on a mission, a straight-line mission.mr mouse 1

here he is bottom-right pushing against the phone to get through ! 😆
take care Mr. Mouse, you made my day.

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no fish, no seas, no rivers,

but the basic element is there and it always takes us to another place making us in turn… liquid.

film by Rimantas Lukavicius

Delano

From a French surname, originally De la Noye, indicating that the bearer was from a place called La Noue (ultimately Gaulish meaning “wetland, swamp”) or, in my Delano’s case, replace wetland by awesome river and swamp by the reeds that grow in said river.
Delano is the keeper of a particularly beautiful pool where unbeknownst to me earlier, harbours one of the biggest brown trout i’ve ever caught. i didn’t actually land this big trout because Delano told it to first go into those reeds, then go around a few stalks and proceed to head back towards me at full speed, on the last fish of the last day of trout season.

Delano had no idea of my good intentions towards the slimy brute so i won’t hold it against him, he’s only doing his job afterall. i’ll try having a word or two with him during the off-season to see if we can get on better terms. he’s proud and haughty and all that but experience has taught me that a few kind words and a smile can open tightly shut doors.
we’ll see…
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Water Moon

” … posture represents the Water Moon manifestation, understood as a depiction of the divinity in her (his) Pure Land, or personal paradise.” *– for U –

my own watery moon is the result of playing around with the phone and binoculars. no mysticism there, its just something do i thoughtlessly without an agenda but if you’d like to know more about the quote above and see a really sassy lady at the same time click below. enjoy !

遼 彩繪木雕水月觀音菩薩像(柳木胎)

“Hug the shore; let others try the deep”

Virgil

poor guy. an exciting name like Publius Vergilius Maro gets vulgarly reduced to Virgil to what, simplify its pronunciation to the masses ?… anyhow, Publius the Poet wasn’t referring to some schmaltzy romanticism when he wrote that but was a deep understanding of one of the only real boundaries that nature on earth has to offer. shores, whether they be in fresh or salt, in still, flowing or seas are the demarcation point between us and them but its also where the two of us can meet as we’re both inextricably attracted to this boundary each one safely in our comfort zones. sometimes we mingle, sometimes we don’t and that’s just fine because something within told us to go there and we simply did what we where supposed to do.

meh… there i go doing exactly one of the things i dislike the most about contemporary photography and any kind of art in general. something i’ve (unsuccessfully) been (mildly) fighting against ever since i did photo school in 1982:
finding the need to put words to images where the image should tell the story on its own and whatever the viewer sees or not or feels or not is their own private business and not mine. besides, i’m a really shitty writer, i know it. it’s just not my thing and i definitely don’t enjoy it and it shows. i’ll try to not fall into that trap again so,

 here’s a shore that had its own story to tell.

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silent fireworks

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a lot of people missed the magic last night and i won’t pretend for a second that i know how they feel nor even less that these images might be of any solace.
the rest of us, safe and sound, can maybe focus on them for a minute of silence, reminders that no matter what may be in the forefront, magic and its inherent beauty will always be there.

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for the love of water

having just geared up to enjoy an evening on the stream, i left the van and nasty thunder rolled in close by so i rolled back in to wait it out. the storm didn’t last long but sure was pretty.

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for the love of water

and everything that lives in it.image

this creature lies in one of my favourite playgrounds, the Aude river near home. the fish that live in it are rather pretty as well.

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at around 2500 metres near the French/Andorran border is where one of my favorite playgrounds, the Ariège river starts its journey.

up here its just a maze of fishless, tiny, seemingly insignificant rivulets racing downhill but most great things start off small and get greater and greater until they eventually turn into something else. ya gotta start somewhere and I couldn’t think of a nicer place to be born.

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Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia

is the amazingly ironic word that describes the fear of long words…
another form of irony of sorts is to have a fly fishing blog and continuously display images that aren’t fly fishing related. i wonder if there’s a word for that ?

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“Ideas that enter the mind under fire remain there securely and for ever. “

~Leon Trotsky

that’s pretty rigid thinking. absolutes don’t apply to the mind, we all change view points, flow like water in all it’s forms from one direction to the next, learn and accept new ideas and forget or choose to forget.

as fate would have it, in 1940 Leon was stabbed in the head with an ice pick. consequently, some of those ideas leaked out and floated away towards the heavens for all to see.
little did he know they would be continuously evolving from one shape to another…

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L’Ariège et demi

because once just isn’t enough.
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Ariège (river)
The Ariège (Occitan: Arièja) is a 164 km long river in southern France, right tributary of the Garonne. Its source is in the Pyrenees, where it forms part of the border with Andorra. It flows north through the following départements and towns:

Ariège (named after the river): Ax-les-Thermes, Les Cabannes, Tarascon-sur-Ariège, Montgaillard, Foix, Varilhes, Pamiers, Saverdun.
Haute-Garonne: Cintegabelle, Auterive.
It flows into the Garonne in Portet-sur-Garonne, south of Toulouse. If the Latin origin of its name (Aurigera) is to be trusted, the Ariège is supposed to carry gold nuggets.

i’m more interested in another type of gold but i’ll keep looking…

robinsoncobras

yeah, a different kind… but this one’s a non-fly fishing visual treat.

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not sure of the artist’s name, this person delves deeply into the experimental gif world and has a rather unique touch.
for those attracted to abstracted looped images this page on tumblr is well worth the visit.
subjects vary greatly but as you might expect, the watery ones as showcased here strike a special note.
be sure to click either image to access the full eye-pleasing, thought-inducing, hypnotic page. enjoy !

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moonglow

by Benny Goodman

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“It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue
It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you
I still hear you sayin’, “Dear one, hold me fast”
And I keep on prayin’, “Oh Lord, please let this last”

We seemed to float right through the air
Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere

And now when there’s moonglow, way up in the blue
I’ll always remember, that moonglow gave me you

It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue
It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you
I still hear you sayin’, “Sweet child, hold me fast”
And I keep on prayin’, “Oh Lord, please let this last”

We seemed to float right through the air
Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere

And now when there’s moonglow, way up in the blue
I’ll always remember, that moonglow gave me you”

 

 

 


here’s the soundtrack for you to sing along. enjoy !

slitwaves

with the use of the fairly rare slit-scan technique, this experimental short from Harvey Moon manages to stretch unstreachable and non-compressible ocean waves. it’s like trippy slit-magic. enjoy !