No, I haven’t fallen prey to the chill of the northeast (though I’m writing while wearing a down jacket in my apartment.) The Subaru hasn’t exploded (yet.) And I haven’t shipped off to the Ukraine to cover the political transition / invasion (tempting… very tempting.)
Still here. And kicking.
It was a killer week at Orvis HQ, solid week on the Fire Girl home front, and I spent an hour yesterday afternoon standing in a snowy baseball field practicing my casting (double haul ahoy.)
Picked up an Orvis Gale Force sling pack to – after some modification – serve as a new on-the-water camera bag. After playing with it, I’m excited and even more stoked for more adventures in the field. Spring can’t come soon enough.
In the meantime, as it’s snowy and chilly and windy outside, I hunker down and write.
Read about it on Chi Wulff.
A snowy winter’s hike clears the mind.
I was able to escape the clutches of the computer last week and go for a short walk in the woods with a friend. Nothing like fresh air and a bit of wilderness to refresh the soul.
It’s been a busy week here. Writing all over the place.
At work: Naming product. Writing copy. Meetings. More meetings. Writing. More Writing.
Writing makes the soul happy.
At Fire Girl HQ, more writing. Photo processing. Batching together new pitches of old stories that never made it to press. Pitching. Yoga. Planning. Plotting. Hot, very black tea.
Yeah, that kind of week.
Had a good, long discussion with a friend who has traveled the world with a camera – in and out of war zones, conflict areas and zones where the line between life and breath is often very grey. It was inspiring, a good reminder of why I got into this business. We photograph to make people see, we realized while talking via Skype, literally a world apart. We both talked about how it’s easy to get caught up in the day-to-day of life and how we need to shake things up, refresh viewer’s minds and their visions. His closing thought was the best photos he’s seen elicit violent reactions - people smiling, crying, smoldering in rage. At the end of the day, that’s what it’s all about, he urged, to shake people out of their mindless 9-to-5s.
Take that for what it is – it will mean something different to each of you. Just keep that drive to taste, see, experience. Explore.
United Church of Dorset. Dorset, Vermont.
Head on over to Chi Wulff and read the latest installment of The Vermont Chronicles!
This week’s title? ”In Which it Snows.”
Dave Delisi works his magic in Sweetgrass Rod’s workshop. Twin Bridges, Montana.
It’s been a busy week, both on the “day job” side and the Fire Girl side. I was excited to hear “Cane Is Cool” – a feature about Sweetgrass Bamboo Rods in Twin Bridges, Montana finally made it to press in the Fly Fishing Edition of The Big Sky Journal. Pick one up or check out the web version here.
I can’t thank the Sweetgrass guys enough for letting myself and Headhunter Fly Shop’s John Arnold hang around for a day last spring. They were more than accommodating, and it was nothing short of awe-inspiring to see the love and dedication they put into their work. If you are ever in the area, be sure to stop by their Twin Bridges HQ.
Another article hit the streets this week – “The Yellowstone Mandate” in American Angler. This is a big piece. I’ve been getting a considerable number emails every day about it, and I’ve seen a few web forums that have cropped up on the subject. A couple blogs have even ran posts talking about the piece and the issues. Letters are even flying around to state representatives and certain unnamed politicians in D.C. You can catch some of the discussion here. Please feel free to email me personally or write into American Angler… lots of chatter around this one.
Huge thanks to the editors of American Angler for assigning the piece, and to each of the men I spoke with throughout the course of the article. This piece came together during a cross-country move, and I well remember two interviews that took place in the parking lot of a Texas storage unit. Another in the back room of an outdoor retailer. Funny how the little things stick in your mind.
So pick up some magazines, all. Let me know what you think.
In response to urging from several directions, I’ve started up a new series on the popular fly fishing blog Chi Wulff. Last summer I wrote the “Dispatches from Craig” series, which need up being a fun and rather enlightening weekly series to write. Somehow it’s easier to laugh at how weird your life is when it’s jotted down on a paper in front of you.
And it’s just another excuse to lug the camera everywhere I go.
So, on that note, today marks the first posting of “The Vermont Chronicles” (now there’s a series I never thought I’d be writing!) Head on over to Chi Wulff and check it out. Fishing content will be light for a few weeks until the season really kicks off, but come prepared for fishing and photo talk, accompanied by stories of this rather odd life.
Thanks for reading!
Searching on the Puget Sound.
“… it is not fly fishing if you are not looking for answers to questions.”
-Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories