Anticipation

I fish mainly because I love the environs where trout are found: the woods, and further because I happen to dislike the environs where crowds of men are found: large cities . . .

Robert Traver, Trout Madness: Being a Dissertation on the Symptoms and Pathology of this Incurable Disease by One of its Victims

I love the quote above from Robert Traver, a lawyer who once described himself as “an unfrustrated fly-fisherman.” And I echo the sentiment of his contrast between the woods and the city. Preparing for our impending Colorado mountain vacation, I just tossed Heidegger’s Poetry, Language, Thought into my book bag. Heidegger is another of my heroes who preferred his cabin in the Black Forest to the university city of Freiburg where he earned his salary. He did all his best work in the quiet confines of the cabin often referred to as “Heidegger’s Hut.” And I always hope to do some of my best work when I am away at some secluded place.

I was blessed to spend nearly a week recently in my favorite “country store” residence while working on a mural in Crockett, Texas. A quiet place away from the city feeds my soul and allows me to sort out some important areas of my life while reading, scribbling in journals and practicing my watercolor craft. In a few days, I’ll add fly-fishing to those activities when we land in the foothills of the San Juan mountains at an 8200-foot altitude. And already I shudder at the excitement of entering the South Fork of the Rio Grande to listen to the waters and stalk beautiful rainbows and browns.

I’m planning on honing my skills in rendering fly-fishermen, evergreen forests and mountain streams this time when I land in this enchanted place. I took a little time amidst packing this evening for some quick sketches of fly-fishermen, and felt all the excitement returning. I’ve also been re-reading my journal from the summer of 2005, the first time I was guided at some of Colorado’s blue ribbon waters. The memories washed over me like a spring shower. I’m ready to leave behind the 103-degree temperatures of Texas in exchange for some of those forty and fifty degree ones in “Colorful Colorado”.

Thanks for reading.

I make art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself I am not alone.

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