Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Ol' Cutty Himself...

Ah, I was just remembering that great day last summer up on the mountain when I led Laura through the forest to that deep volcanic pool in the tumbling stream where, through sheer persistence, the artist's touch, and a fly she fashioned on a bent hairpin out of red berries and wolf fur she found snagged on a branch, she managed to fool Ol' Cutty himself, the legendary Monster of the Mountains...

Actually, it was her artist's touch, utilizing photoshop, of course, that put this monster in our hands. She sent this to me for my birthday. When she had us pose like this up on the mountain last summer she promised to do something cool with it. And she sure did.

I can't tell you how much I love this picture.

The irony--humorous, I hope, Laura--is that when we actually fished together last summer we didn't catch a thing. Not even a little tiny fish.

The great thing is that she had this photo emblazoned on a nice, big coffee mug, so I can see it everyday right on my desk next to me.

Nice work, Babe! I'll tell my new granddaughter that first story about her mother, with embellishments--at least until she's old enough to learn about photoshop.


  1. "I can't tell you how much I love this picture"....awesome! Great memories!