A mountain pilgrimage. Getting high for native Redbands. Dark light and light shadow in piscine form. Bright fly swims, blinks out. Eye adjusts: a living ripple on the line--and gone. Or, sometimes, in hand. And always, after you descend, in your consciousness, swimming, swimming high overhead.
Hey Jim. Looks like home except our streams don't have any water in them any more.
ReplyDeleteYou have a beautiful home, then. Sorry about the water. I probably wouldn't have done the video if there wasn't water.
DeleteBeautiful...I love that kind of fishing!!
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