Me and Jed had carried the canoe for a couple miles when we finally came to Lake Portage. It was disappointing to see it was all dried up -- only beach rocks left over like once was an ocean rolling where we stood. The gulls flew overhead and there were crushed shells beneath our feet.
"I know," said Jed, "I never really figured we'd catch any fish either. But the hike was worth it all the same."
I thought it was a fairly fine line that Jed had cast, as I didn't think he had a click to begin with. And there's ten thousand clicks in a clue.
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Wha'd'ya'at der' by. How's she cuttin'. It's buddywasisname here. D'oder fellers'ul be by quarter past da hour. Don't eat no yellow snow.
Talabh na Visch
As I was cleaning up my post this morning I thought I had an original thought.
*All religions are external, spirit is internal.*
But I'll bet it isn't an original thought, just something the cosmos tossed in my head at that moment. I'll bet it's been said before, many times, starting thousands of years ago.
INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY: Ha, ha, ha, don't make me laugh. No one is really coming up with anything new. They are just changing and recycling old stuff and takeing credit for it.
I had a very powerful dream just before moving here ten years ago, I haven't shared it with anyone, yet.
I have a really neat canoe type boat, but it's more stable than a canoe, you can stand up in it to fly fish. And I have an electric motor for it.
no fish... sad.
Rocks are fun, though, doc. You can build things with them. So the trip wasn't a complete loss.
And Hopper, I just realized after reading this post that we've both blogged on clicks today....weird....
bbc... what was the dream about... and i know just the type of boat you're talking about... i love fly fishing... we've got great salmon fishing where i'm from on the east coast... i've still never caught one though... lots of rainbow trout...
doc... i'll see if i can get a couple fish for tomorrow... me and jed are going to try another lake not too much further away...
morgan... yeah i took a look at your site and thought the same thing... it is weird... twilight zone sort of stuff... by the way... i loved the piece you wrote... it's hard to see the mortality in those we love as you said recollecting about your fathers shoulders... it's harder in some ways to come to grips with our own mortality... i know that i haven't... i'm trying real hard to make the most of every day though... what's it they say... live well, laugh often, love much...
Maybe it's the grey weather here or just the whole clicking thing. I'm beset by morbid thoughts today. I was just out taking pictures in the yard, trailed as always by my old corgi, Sport. He's down in the back these days and I took a shot of him and thought, "He's really showing his age; this may be one of the last shots I take of him."
Then I thought, "Who knows whether any of us will be here tomorrow. This may be the last picture I take!!"
I've had several friends die before their time this year; it was hard to accept.
There's nothing any of us can do about it, though, and obsessing over it for very long sure isn't healthy.
Live well, laugh often, love much. Indeed.
So I'm going back out to take pictures of sparrows. Those little fuckers always cheer me up.
Let me know if you get fish....
Morgan... all the little creatures have a way of cheering me up as well... there's some raccoons that live out back of my house in toronto here that i'm mystified by... most people don't seem to like them too much because they eat garbage... i think they're awesome... i like the pigeons too... lots of folks think they're just the rats of the sky but i see them as the doves (rock doves) that choose to live with us... few species seem so happy to be around humans...
and Doc... well... i got some fish... not sure that it's what you'd expect...
Raccoons are convenient creatures to have around, Doc. You can blame anything on them. I do it all the time - strewn garbage, murdered hens, traffic tickets, global warming....
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