26 March 2014

Urban Fly Fishing, Missoula, Montana

"But here I am anyway, casting at dusk, while off in the distance the clink 
of glasses as the bride and groom move between tables. 
Here, the wandering edge of riffle, so close, and the towering cottonwoods,
so close, and the boulders breaking current and the current exposing boulders 
in the wash of white water I can only see out of the corner of my eye..." 
From "Evening Hatch" By Cameron Scott 
Enjoy the full poem here.

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