This little creek flows through a steep ravine across the road from our house in Daphne, AL. This is a hilly neighborhood with winding roads and several small streams that flow into the upper reaches of Mobile Bay.
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Storm over Mailboxes
Rain Forest Plants
Blanket Flowers in the Sky
Downtown Pensacola; Tuesday Night
Dinner at V. Paul’s Italian restaurant. It was a delightful dining experience. I had an Absolut Cucumber Martini, the best Martini I’ve ever had, Vicki had the Limoncello Thyme Martini, which she declared “delicious.” For the entre’ I had Linguini Alle Vongole with mussels, pretty good but not spectacular; Vicki had Spaghetti & Meatballs. She said it was good, but gave her leftovers to the homeless guy sitting on the sidewalk. We shared a bottle of Reisling with dinner, which made everything blend very nicely.
The restaurant’s soft light, quiet atmosphere and marvelous service made the evening one to remember. Prices were reasonable/moderate. We will be back.
Sunset Through the Pines
Sunshine & Thunderheads
Contours, Form & Color
The Forest in my Backyard
Late Afternoon Clover
It’s been a couple month since my last post, it was dedicated to my friend Bob Dahl a poet and trout fisherman. He read the post, commented and a day or two later suffered a fatal heart attack. I pray that his spirit has found a peaceful, joyful place. I will forever miss him.
I know that feeling of great satisfaction while fly-fishing!
I’ve spent many days on trout streams catching absolutely nothing
After a long day it felt as if I had been there only minutes.
I would get lost in the craft of fly-casting,
in the nature of trees and water
wading against the unrelenting force of the river.
Those days were the most memorable – and successful – of my life.
It wasn’t so much about catching fish
as getting lost in the nothingness of myself.