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I’ve lived a wild life

- what I’ve earned, I’ve spent.

 

I’ve paid what I owed

and lost what I’ve lent.

 

I’ve loved a good woman

and if that should end,

 

I’ll get a good dog

and he’ll be my best friend.

 

Anonymous Cowboy Ditty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

December 29, 2006 along the banks of the Rapid River.  No finer friend than he...

 

Nicholai Hel

July 31st, 1993   -   March 8th, 2008

 

 

 

May his Soul enjoy Eternal Rest

(for he was loved by many)

among the Heavenly Valleys' Streams

with Rising Trout aplenty!

 

from a man made better by him

March 9, 2008

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Colorado

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I really do...

Heavenly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A roadside view on the switchback en route to the ghost town of Alta Lakes.

Heaven's Gate

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everything in Nature

contains all the powers of Nature. 

Everything

is made of one hidden stuff.

 

Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1803 - 1882

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A little stroll beyond the dilapidated dwellings of Alta Lakes reveals many things...

Wall Flowers at the Mushroom Festival

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We turned into this view as a cloud passed along the road from Alta Lakes.  No filters were used - this is as we saw it.

In the Midst of a Passing Cloud

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lord of the far horizons,

Give us the eyes to see

Over the verge of the sundown,

The beauty that is to be.

 

Bliss Carman, 1861 - 1929

Lord of the Far Horizons.  Stanza I

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Give us the eyes to see...

Far Horizons, Telluride

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Michigan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

inside humor

The Upper Falls

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No angler merely watches nature in a passive way. 

He enters into its very existence.

 

John Bailey, Reflections on the Water's Edge (N.D.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This scrappy little brown was caught under the left bank undercut of the private trout stream shown in gallery three ... she was promptly released after her streamside cameo was performed.

Brown Trout Blues

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 ... such a lovely girl!

Blue Gill Brown

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Angling may be said to be so like mathematics

that it can never fully be learnt...

Izaak Walton, The Compleat Angler (1653)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mist and Fishing Docks in Private Trout Club, September 2005

Sweet September

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Pacifier

One Fine Instrument

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

E=1/2mv-squared

 

Fortunately

this is translatable.

 

It means:

 

If a trout doubles the speed with which he darts up to a fly,

he is putting out four times the amount of energy.

 

J. W. Dunne, Sunshine and the Dry Fly (1924)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This image was captured in my pursuit of the Jordan's jewel, the Brook Trout.  This was the first "father-dog weekend" spent without Nicholai, as his body just couldn't have handled the hike in.  It is a place I will someday spread his ashes in the most loving and loyal fashion...

Beaver Pond of the Jordan River Valley

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The things we miss when in a hurry...

Awaiting Rain on the Sunset Trail

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Listen carefully and see what you've been missing...

Awakening Wood

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I went to the woods because

I wished to live deliberately,

to front only the essential facts of life,

and see if I could not learn what it had to teach,

and not,

when I came to die,

discover that I had not lived.

 

Henry David Thoreau, 1817 - 1862

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are intelligent patterns and such unspoken eloquence right under our feet.  The world does make sense if you simply choose to see...

Sand Flow on the Sunset Trail

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This beautiful girl kept Freddy and me company while we rested on a portage from one fishless lake to another in the UP's Big Island Lake Wilderness.

Full Bloom Shroom

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Such a privilege to be the Man of Honor...

Betrothed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hungry, tired, wet and out of beer, I almost missed this intimate setting in my hurried trek back to the car.  Jordan River Valley, early may, 2006.

Communion

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These are the joys of the open road -

For him who travels without a load.

 

Bliss Carman, The Joys of the Road

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some people wonder why I camp when I do.  I wonder how I could not.

Lily Pads in Autumn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Enjoying a bottle of red while hunting morels, this scene served as a nice diversion along the western shore of Torch Lake.

Evening Reflections, Sunrise Side, Torch Lake

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From the shores south of Leland, Mi, September 2005.

Manitou View

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let me go where'er I will,

I hear a sky-born music still.

 

Ralph Waldo Emerson,

Fragments

1803 - 1882

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The leading edge of a November storm front escorts our 12' Sea Nymph off the lake  - just in time for Happy Hour.

Last Rites, Torch Lake

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Northwest Ontario

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sacred Ojibwa Ceremonial Site on the northern shore of Lake Superior.  Here, pictographs illustrate the arrival of Ojibwa explorers more than four hundred years ago, and commemorate other significant events throughout their colorful history since.  Local Ojibwa tribe members leave tobacco, or Semah, on small ledges here.  Semah is used in ceremonies for prayer, offerings, purification and respect.  The practice invokes a relationship with the energies of the universe, and ultimately, the Creator.  Tourists are discouraged from smoking it.

A Place for Peace Offering

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Live each season as it passes;

breathe the air,

drink the drink,

taste the fruit,

and resign yourself to the influences of each."

 

Henry David Thoreau

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

View From Sacred Ojibwa Ceremonial Site. Magmatic Striation.  This view is rumored to take on a life of its own when smoking the local Semah.

Elements

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Graffiti with historical value...

Ojibwa Pictographs, Circa 1600 AD

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hear beyond the range of sound,

I see beyond the range of sight,

New earths and skies and seas around,

And in my day the sun doth pale his light.

 

Henry David Thoreau

Inspiration.  Stanza 7

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mijinemungshing Sunset, September 2006

September Sunset on Mijinemungshing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This image was captured during a Katherine Wheatley concert intermission.  The power was out, many candles burned, sweet melodies of nature passed us by.

Rock Island Reflections I

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

View from Rock Island, off the mouth of the Michipicoten River.

Rock Island Reflections II

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Clouds Over Loganberry Lake.  July 2007.

Clouds Over Loganberry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fickle Weather on Loganberry

Fickle Weather on Loganberry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beaver in queue

Beaver in Queue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Leaving Kashabowie, July 2007

Leaving Kashabowie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time is but the stream

I go a-fishing in.

 

Henry David Thoreau

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Birthday Brookie (Caught it on my 40th!)

Birthday Brookie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I witnessed this gathering a day or so into a weeklong primitive camping trip to Ross Lake in northwest Ontario.  As we had just lain to rest the ashes of my late father-in-law within sight of this little party, I'm reminded that life goes on and it should be celebrated!

Gathering of Tiger Swallowtails

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Nature does not hurry,

yet everything is accomplished."

 

Lao Tzu

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Good Day for Pike on the Fly ... Loganberry Lake, Northwest Ontario, July 2007

A Good Day for Pike on the Fly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After several days of inclement weather, we enjoy a new day with camp coffee and this view from our over-the-water deck. June, 2005.

Morning Reflections on Wapikaimaski

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I came upon this Lady's Slipper Orchid while walking through a rain-drenched woodland in the Wabakimi Provincial Park of Northwest Ontario in June 2005.  While the fishing was less than optimal the week of our stay in the park, the scenery was at its best as all the natural wonders of the region came alive.

Boy Meets Girl

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yosemite

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cascade Creek, Yosemite

Cascade Creek

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bridal Veil Creek, June, 2006

Bridal Veil Creek

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Go where he will,

the wise man is at home,

His hearth the earth,

- his hall the azure dome.

 

Ralph Waldo Emerson,

Wood-Notes. I, 3

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Good Timber on the Vernal Falls Path

Good Timber in Vernal Falls Mist

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Sunset in Yosemite

Sunset in Yosemite

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Florida

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eye on You

Eye On You

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

American Brown Pelicans

American Brown Pelicans

 

 

 

 

 

 

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