Some days, hydrotherapy is where it’s at.
It’s a good morning. By 8AM, already had much of the day’s work done, and I’m currently sitting here cross-legged on the couch, catching up on email, a mug of very hot coffee steaming next to me. Town is still pretty quiet (I have yet to live in a tourist town where the tourists like to get up early) which is always a positive thing.
Morale is somewhat helped by the fact I’m spending the next two days in an Orvis Shooting School here in Manchester, hopefully finding a working solution for my left eye dominance and right handedness. And finding fodder to re-write the school copy for Orvis.
For this week’s Vermont Chronicles on Chi Wulff, head over to read a quick recap of fellow Orvis-ite Jackie and I escaping to the Battenkill after a day in the office. Not a strong photography light evening, but it worked.
Water is always a calming thing; somehow it is far muddle to think through big thoughts when listening to the rush of moving H20. In Bozeman, I spent way too many nights driving the canyon to Big Sky after work to either fish or just sit next to the river and write. (I still hold to the fact that real writing, deep writing deserves pen and paper, not a computer screen.) On the Missouri, I’d drive the backroads and spend the evening in a field next to the river. Here, I often drive to the Battenkill or the Roaring Branch during my lunch break, either fishing or just sitting and listening.
Austin was a bit more challenging. Somehow decorative ponds with fountains don’t quite do it for me.
At any rate, hope you all are getting out and enjoying some water of your own this weekend!
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