the real (what we feel) flows like a river, that giver of life, the bearer of poems, and the ender of strife. in the river of perspective there is no elective but cooperation and flow. whirlpools form the faster ya go.

flash drought they are calling it and most of the region is suffering from it… at what point do we admit we are out of balance?!

Big Falls in up country Maine, the very spot where i caught my first brook trout 50 years ago… sadly, water levels are too low for fishing these days.

this entire valley (Sandy River) was once bursting with water but the drought and climate change has taken its toll —still a beautiful spot to hike

welcome to my aquarium

striped bass the size of yer arm