For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Reflections, beauty in the eye of the beholder.
Reflections, those times when we recall times both good and bad. Each outing I take the time to reflect on the goings on of that day. I may be at the beginning, just as I walk the road and paths to access the streams. Maybe it's during the time on the water as a fly is struck and a fish is caught or missed. Perhaps its when I have the pleasure of taking a wild brook trout, holding it in my hand for a second or two and releasing it to the water. And then there are the times of reflection at the end of the day. Times when everything is quiet and your mind recalls the beauty of all that transpired that day.
There are journals of paper and bindings where we write the happenings of the outing. And there are journals of the mind where said information is stored. While I keep writings of some of my outings, I keep everyone of them in my minds journal.