I can change any thought that hurts into a reality that hurts even more.Let us now mindfully retreat into our happy place: a few fishing memories. Eddie Rivard composed these photos of me when I was lucky enough to meet up with his brother, his father, and the artist himself on the North Tongue River in Wyoming last week.
Unless otherwise noted, all photos by Eddie Rivard. As always, click any photo to enlarge.
(Thank you, Eddie. I don't know if you can understand what these mean to me.)
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| Photo by Mrs. Fading Angler Taken near the Big Horn Medicine Wheel Elevation approx. 9600 ft. |
Excellent! Those are some great photos and will help feed the beast during the "off" season.
ReplyDelete... and we both know how hungry the inner best gets, eh?
DeleteChris, there is a season for all emotions. Sometimes it's hard to love all of them. That's when those memories really come into play.
ReplyDeleteI deeply appreciate the thoughts and guidance. You've been on the journey longer and deeper than me. Thanks for the company along the way
DeleteChris, I want to salute the fact that you made the trip out west and made many a memory as evidenced by the last several posts.
ReplyDeleteShields and Shackles be damn, I am with you every step of the way!
Thanks for the smile, Mel. Maybe next time, you can help me down off that rock in the last photo. Fortunately, no ambulance was necessary!
DeleteChris, if it were me, I would have still been there!
DeleteIf I might impose, would you consider adding a link to my blog on your blogroll? Shackles or not, "I am not done yet"
I need to learn to control my inner-toddler's urge to climb stuff...
DeleteAdded to the blogroll, which should've been done long ago. "Do not go gentle into that good night!"