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Tag Archives: art
Quiet Angler
“… I might go a-fishing. That’s the true industry for poets.” — H.D. Thoreau To catch and release the wild fish, he is quiet on approach and works to keep himself small inside the landscape. He enjoys the solitude and … Continue reading
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Tagged art, books, coming-up, fly-fishing, gratitude, headwaters, nature, poetry, roc-the-eclipse, solar eclipse, Thoreau, upper Genesee River, writing
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Meeting the River Trout
The break in December weather was like a holiday gift from the gods. The air temp rose to 53 degrees F., the river temp to 44. Although the sun hid behind the deep gray clouds, I stood in the northern … Continue reading
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Tagged art, books, brown trout, entertainment, flyfishing, food, gifts, good luck, nature, photography, poetry, river trout, small streams, travel, winter fishing, writing
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Photos, Art and Nature
Few words today, as I reflect on the activities of the past few weeks and look forward to my rapidly approaching trip to Newfoundland. With luck, I may have some interesting reflections to share with you from that Atlantic province … Continue reading
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Tagged art, birds, birdwatching, folk art, nature, photos, Pittsburgh, transitions, travel, trout
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Reflections on a Gentle Art
The Genesee River near Shongo, New York was flowing weakly and with water almost too warm for trout survival. I found a stretch of river cool enough for an evening of fly fishing and began hooking and releasing hatchery … Continue reading
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Tagged art, Catskill rivers, Catskills, Crete, dry flies, fly-fishing, Genesee, Greece, Minoan, nature, reading, trout rivers, Walt Franklin, writing
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Wild Chemung
1. Trails. Chemung– a river in the large Susquehanna watershed of New York State and Pennsylvania. A place of towns and cities, Corning and Elmira, linked to farm communities, even to pockets of wildness, vestiges of pre-colonial America. Looking back– … Continue reading
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Tagged art, Chemung, diversity, human nature, outdoor narrative, poetry, sexuality, tales, taverns, touring, wildness, writing
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Between the Streams
There have been a lot of ups and downs here since the last post on Rivertop Rambles. I spent six days fishing in the Blue Ridge out of 10 days in Virginia, boulder hopping, climbing streams like Cedar Run, the … Continue reading
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Tagged art, between the streams, birds, Blue Ridge, brookies, family, fishing, hiking, home place, Monticello, music, the Residents, Time, Washington D.C., wildflowers
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It Came From a Dream
There’s nothing like a wild free-flowing run… The statement seemed so obvious to me that I almost disregarded it. I was in Rhode Island for several days, enjoying myself but absent from the Opening Day of Trout Season in New … Continue reading
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Tagged art, clamming, dream, environment, family, fly-fishing, imagination, mansions, nature, Newport, opening day, reality, Rhode Island, small streams, wildness, writing
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Old Woodenhead Skates on Thin Ice
Old Woodenhead was on the Allegheny River by noon. The weather had become more seasonal, turning sharply colder, with air temperatures peaking at less than the freezing mark. Winter fly-fishing is an exercise in patience and layered clothing, he thought. … Continue reading
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Tagged Allegheny, art, brown trout, Christmas, fly-fishing, holidays, Old Woodenhead, photography, reality, Walt Franklin, winter, writing
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The Sixties (Deja Vu, Again)
[The rivertop freeze is taking its sweet time to unbuckle and depart. Not much I can do about it except to keep piling on the wood, and to write. Fly fishing? It’ll be a while. But this is a workingman/woman’s … Continue reading