The backyard….

is a sanctuary of sorts most of the year. Now the roses, fuchsias, clematis and such are shrouded in snow. Still beautiful in its own way for sure.

Guiding light…

“We sinned for no reason but an incomprehensible lack of love…” Peter Kreeft

 

The spot, a sanctuary,

the secret spot, upstream. A deeper pool, with a canopy of over hanging branches making casting/presentation difficult. The water races down from above stream into the pool and slows. I stand upon a narrow ledge, almost ready to vanish to rising waters. I work the water, dredging as best I can. The rod is darn near unmanageable to maneuver with all the over hanging branches snagging the tip, the line. I yield to the obstacles. Nature combines to thwart this man, in this remote spot. I turn to depart and there on the alder tree’s bark, someone has carved in ‘Fish’. Yes, probably quite true. Homage to a sanctuary I could not penetrate this day.