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More photos from frishing with my cousin, Miranda the other night….
Monthly Archives: April 2003
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Tuesday, April 29, 2003
April 29, 2003 – 6:00 pm
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Monday, April 28, 2003
April 28, 2003 – 6:00 pm
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The sun descends in harmony as the ripples disappear from the surface of the water, which is now glass-like. Now only my bobber disturbs the image of conjoined twins that is the created above and below the horizon.
Birds call out for their mates and the smells of spring dance in the air and play with my senses. The air is cool, comfortable and still.
Children play in the distance. Their laughter reminds me of how it is to discover the world for the first time. Gleeful and free.
I am one of them now: a child, wide-eyed and full of grin. Today I took up fishing again for the first time since grade school.
I cast a little more, make a handful of photos, close my eyes and take in a deep breath.
Life is good.
Sunday, April 20, 2003
April 20, 2003 – 6:00 pm
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One-upped by Matt Miller once again. Kudos, buddy.
Friday, April 18, 2003
April 18, 2003 – 6:00 pm
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Grandpa is home from the hospital. All is well.
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
April 16, 2003 – 6:00 pm
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I’ve been going through a pretty introspective time lately. My shortage of words is by no means an indication that I have a shortage of thoughts.
Spending time on the farm has been a profound existence. There is so much open space and so much time to think. And so much family.
I’ve grown to appreciate the importance of extended family. I have reaffirmed that I want to eventually start my own family. I’m not yet ready to slow down and move in that direction. But someday I want to take my grandson or granddaughter fishing. I would love to give them their first cameras.
It has been really neat getting to know my grandparents better. All three of my existing grandparents are good, decent people who are fun to be around.
You know, I think I also like small town living. I like it that the bartender pours me a Canadian Club and Coke before I can ask for one. I like it that as you drive through town you wave to everybody you see. The people in small towns are real, take-it-or-leave-it kind of people. They don’t have to dress to impress or pretend to be somebody who they are not. You find a lot of hard-working, down-to-earth people in a small town.
No, Arnold is not the small town for me. I want to live by the ocean. I like the openness of a Nebraska pasture. I think that same feeling combined with the shrill power of the ocean cradle my need to be inspired.
I do like the big city, too. I like the lights, the pace and the available activities. Sometimes the anonymity enjoyed while walking a sidewalk with thousands of others creates a comfort of independence. A big city has art and major transportation hubs. But people in the city spend too much time trying to be noticed. Fake body parts and crazy fashions are hallmark of big-city living.
So I want my small town on the ocean to have fairly easy access to a city, where the air is fresh and my family can play on the beach.
You should visit.
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