Travel doesn’t come too often for a working fellow rooted among the eastern rivertops, but when it’s offered, I’m reminded how a fly-fisherman, like any other person who resembles an ordinary human being, is just passing through this life. I can’t always
clutch at those anchor-holds of outdoor recreation (i.e., fishing, hiking, birding…) when I find myself in motion, so I look for other ways to help keep my bearings in the world. I’ll read, listen to music, take a photograph. Reflection helps. As does some analysis.
The American Southwest, drier than any other region of the country, has some excellent water if you know where to find it, but there’s an infinite beauty (for now, we won’t dwell on serious environmental and social issues) that surrounds each spring of water. Here are some photos from New Mexico. Please enjoy.