Wilderness on my Mind.

The South Fork of the Rio Grande

Poets talk about “spots of time,” but it is really fishermen who experience eternity compressed into a moment.

Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It

I am posting a photo I took of the spot where we will live for twelve days. South Fork, Colorado has become one of the most precious locations on this planet where I’ve had the privilege of visiting since the year 2000. Over the past weeks, I have gone back and read every single journal entry from all my Colorado visits, and now I am finding the summer of 2005 to contain some of my best writing.

My sincere wish on this trip is to find a quality balance between reading, journaling, watercoloring and fly-fishing.

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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