Archive for April, 2009

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Snowshoe Success

April 20, 2009

“But, too, the world is shut out. The paradise is yours. In it are trout and deer and grouse and bear and lazy happy days.”
-Stewart Edward White, The Mountains 

Trail’s still deep with snow.  Lake’s still covered with ice.  Outlet’s still full of trout.  

And no footprints in the snow but ours.  Snow’s too deep.  Water’s too cold.  You’d have to be mad.  But those fish…

It was a long winter.  Or it wasn’t.  Doesn’t matter anymore.  The outlet’s still full of trout.

 

photos by fullcurl, with respect.

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Last Cast

April 15, 2009

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Must we, supplanted by ourselves in the course,
Changelings, become as they who know at last
A river’s secret, never having cast 
One guess, or known one doubt, about its source? 
-Henry Charles Beeching, Knowledge after Death 

My neighbor moved off the island today.  He spent last night warming in the day’s last sunshine and freezing in the Thorne’s black water.  I hope if I ever have to leave I’ll have fished as much as he did.  

And that I spend my last night freezing in the Thorne.

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l’enfant de l’eau

April 8, 2009

How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
-W. B. Yeats, A Prayer for my Daughter

She has ten fingers, ten toes, and two chins.  And she smiles when she’s at rest.  And she’s loud. And her sisters are beaming.  And her mama’s resting.  And her papa’s in love.  

Tess Elizabeth: God’s promise for a good harvest.  

Sleep tight for now my love.  You’ll be on a river soon.