Have you noticed of late, the reaching out by others to spread the love? Perhaps it is the chaotic tempo of world affairs. It could be we realize part of us, as a culture, as an individual, is going numb with the overload of depressing events. Couple that with an inner sense that we are being played on many levels and we are reverting toward, digging back down toward basic truths and values.
One of those is reaching out to help those around you. I see a sincere sharing of positive energy. Not the flower child, glassy eyed mantras of the 60′s (yes I was alive then) but rather mature, seasoned, real love. Shared for the betterment of those we touch…for no other purpose than we know, now, at our core that we must do this at a one on one level to stay human, to stay at inner peace, to lift others near and far.
Person to person! No government, no media, no agendas for power, wealth or control. Simply spread the contagion of love. Thank you to the positive ones around me…bless you!
In the beginning, your mind is fresh and you readily remember where things are kept. Those special treasures, keepsakes that are organized. But, in time, they are tucked away, not out of disrespect, but just because that is how your life becomes…disorganized and tucked away.
We are in the midst of moving now. I have learned I had a penchant for tucking keepsakes into books, magazines, between things. I have found fun, meaningful treasures from my children. Long forgotten, but capable of transporting me back decades to simpler, gentler, innocent times.
Be careful where you store your treasures, your memories along the way. If you are not careful, you may lose them.
I was never too enamored with Floribunda Roses. Less tidy, too unkempt, too something that just fell short of the tight, crisp beauty of the Hybrid Tea Roses. But, of late, I rescued a few Floribundas, not knowing their genetics, so to speak, when I took them. And, I have to say, they are growing on me in an old fashioned sort of way. They keep on giving and giving and love the hot sun.
One of the enjoyable subsets of fly fishing is fly tying. Learning to tie and fish your own creations…and that attract fish. There are, it seems, a gazillion fly patterns out there. Really there are a few hundred patterns and many derivations of a single pattern. It is part of the exploratory/creative process of fly tying to change up patterns and to adapt patterns to new materials and successful experimentations.
Here a simple wet fly pattern (wound partridge wing and dubbed body) is jazzed up with the addition of a gold bead head, white goose biots wings, orangish goose biots tail, copper ribbing over the addition of synthetic flash into the dubbing mix. All these materials flex, compress, pulse, twitch, flash as the fly drifts and tumbles through the riffles of a stream. It attracts, hopefully, by suggesting life.
This macro image of the abdomen/thorax of the fly gives a glimpse of the fibers protruding from the dubbed (wrapped) material on the hook. Each protruding fiber will move, collect bubbles, all suggesting a living insect below the surface of the water….hopefully. A Busy Body as it were.
“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” ~Ansel Adams
“To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.” ~Henri Cartier-Bresson