I came across the gorgeous picture above at The Trout Underground. It isn’t often that you see a picture that manages to look both dissonant and peaceful, all at the same time. Tom has even been so kind as to include a link to a 1440×1080 version that found a home on my desktop background this morning.
There’s something magical about standing in a river in mid-winter. Other than those frantic voices in your head yelling at you to change flies, you get to experience the hushed sounds of the outdoors in ways that our land dwelling friends just can’t comprehend. I’ve tried to explain it to people who haven’t heard it, and somehow I always fail miserably. How do you explain a sound that isn’t there? Words never seem to get the point across. To not hear it, I guess you just have to be there.
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