An interesting observation of life is small town folks seem drawn to the city and city folks want to escape to the small town. Both offer something that helps counter balance the perceived doldrums or chaos of the other. Listen to the commercial and perhaps you will recognize Brad Pitt’s voice too. Also, the are having a contest on nominating your favorite Main Street.
My Father’s Day celebration was perfect this weekend. I heard from my four children early in the morning and considered myself blessed. I thought back to my Dad and did the usual assessment of his personality, strengths and arrived at the eventual conclusion…remarkable man…I was lucky, I was blessed.
I wish I would have told him that beyond when I told him, as I held his hand, as he took his final breathes in the hospital.
This weekend, I attended my daughter’s graduation at the University of Washington in Seattle, Washington. It was a very pleasant celebration that segued, in my mind, into the joys of fatherhood, the bittersweet transitions, the sometimes blind luck that results in amazing kids.
6,000 empty seats on the stadium floor awaited the graduating class of 2013
My daughter about to walk up to receive her diploma. Optimism, relief, expectation, apprehension….life.
when the black Cottonwood trees, in the wild land area behind our homes, start their month long snow fall of cotton that coats everything like a gauzy shroud. Just when the yard comes into shape comes the swirling, cottony mess…it started this weekend.
Soon the lawn and street will be white.
This morning’s coating begins as the morning warms up the seedlings fall.
Like drifting snow, the accumulations build up against edges and corners first.
I prefer the real snow…………I think
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Reblogged from Cameron M. Redwine:
Above: Outflow winds from a severe thunderstorm kick up a wall of blowing dirt near Last Chance, Colorado on June 13, 2013.
I, along with several other Colorado chasers, tracked this storm through Last Chance in an attempt to get back in front of it. The blowing dirt reduced visibility so much, I didn't think it would be photographically fruitful to continue north.
You can probably recount the benefits of being in/on the water waiting for first light…I can only think of Salmon having that predilection for the pronounced early morning bite. Otherwise, I have a hard time anymore being the first on the water.
For the trout fly fisher, so much is attached to hatches and when they hatch…thereby determining when you should be on the water for the greatest chance of success. But, I have to say, as much as I like to fish to rising fish (fish coming to the surface for the emerging insects), I often fish with out an evident hatch. Fishing deep (nymphing/dredging/trolling) has, for me, become equally satisfying and often productive.
That time, when the light of day (cloudy day or sunny day), is more dominant than the early morning darkness is magical to be on/in the water. Fish are cruising about, feeding, maybe looking up to emerging Chironomids or just moving horizontally, on the prowl. The fish take hard and run hard, waking you up and removing the morning chill and clearing your mind.
Morning fishing primes the day. Last light fishing, although often as productive, is disappointing with the abrupt ending…it makes me anxious for more…tomorrow morning.
