What once was….

‘True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.’  Florence King

sometimes harsh…

“Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.”

Robert Frost

Glacier Bay region of Alaska, SwittersB ©……………….I for one am eager for that green and gold!

Optimism…

Yes, keep your ‘distance’ for now and be sensible, but also avoid the mental drain of paranoia. Group think is dangerous and not a survival mentality…it’s a herd mentality.  See the positives about you and turn off the negative echo chamber.

Spring trying to spring…

Birds are chirping out there, bulbs are starting to bloom, Camelia blooms showing.

Reflections…

Reflecting on the past year…all that life gives and takes away. Day by day, ever changing. Find the healthiest pace and grow. (Shallows along Sturgeon L. on Sauvie Island)

‘Things’ changed…

I recall fishing with older gents years ago. Often, I would see them taking breaks, leaving the water, be it a lake or river, to sit and stare. The conditions weren’t particularly harsh. Why were they not fishing at the optimum times?! I would power on hour after hour, catching fish and shaking my head to the fun the older gents were missing.

Those gents are long gone now. Moved on to quieter waters. These days, things have changed. I don’t fish nearly as much. When I do, I put in a half hour or so and then find a place to sit. I smoke my briar, stare at the water, maybe take some photos. My mind is not as energized to fish for hours on end. I am now one of those older gents. Things changed along the way and the urgency isn’t there. I surely enjoy the outdoors, the waters, the imagining of fish and habitat. Yet, a break along the shore is now as good as the throwing a line for hours on end. Now I see.

Oregon Coastal River © SwittersB

Deep breath, seeking clarity…

“Time is passing….sprinting on winged feet….quick silver slipping by.” Richard L. Ratliff

© SwittersB