June 10, 2000 Daybreak, meridian: 81º west. Southeast breeze, easing to five knots. In the harbor boats at anchor ride a smooth swell that passes easily beneath to foam against the dark ironshore that rings the bay. To the east, giant cumuli pile, a dark mass against the purple sky. Overhead, ragged clouds hurry on their way to [...]
Posts from ‘August, 2009’
Bare stone of spring: damp On my back and dreams amidst Dogwood blossoms fall. for Nadine Schreyer April 27, 2009
I must be slipping; can’t believe I missed Interesting Friday’s… actually, I just wasn’t in the frame of mind to come up with another three original lines. Good news, however, the wait is over. ____________________ His double-haul is so sharp, you can get whiplash just by watching. His fishing journal has been listed as classified [...]
From last year’s tarpon trip. That’s BarJack on the fish and Nate W. on the leader. Your’s truly is behind the lens. We hooked several that day but this is the only one we brought to the boat… and Mr BarJack spanked that poon in under 15… just like he does every time.
my screen’s glow: the parted water frozen to the rigid fin
May 25, 2000 My car has ceased to operate. Or more precisely, the steering has. I am now reduced to biking everywhere, which is ridiculous since it’s already in the mid-eighty’s out there. I hate to begin a day at work by soaking myself in sweat and sending my pulse to levels that, honestly, just [...]
Where does the time go? Here’s another episode of interesting. ____________________ If there was a book written about his life it would be listed as a controlled substance in most countries. His wading shoes alone have seen more action than most fishing tournaments. (What did you think I was going to say?) As a rule he [...]