To quote the poor, soon-to-be-dead serf in Monty Python's The Holy Grail. But I have been busy on a couple long-form writing projects the past month or so, and as a result have been somewhat neglectful of the blog. Unfortunately, that's a trend that will probably continue for at least the next few weeks. But I'll be back.
Eh, not like there's a helluva lot going on, anyway...
Winging along at an altitude somewhere between the Bluebird of Happiness and the Chicken of Depression... random esoterica from writer Chad Love celebrating the joys of fishing, hunting, books, guns, gundogs, music, literature, travel, lonely places, wildness, history, art, misanthropy, scotch and the never-ending absurdity of life.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Great Last Graph Thursday...*
"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins whimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."
Cormac McCarthy
* with apologies for the recycled brook trout pic. I've got others. Just damn laziness today.
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