In Flanders Fields

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Post chapel. Fort Leavenworth, Missouri.

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https://dcinematools.com/mj0ujcs by John McCrae, May 1915

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That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

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Loved and were loved, and now we lie
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To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

US Army recruits in training on the confidence obstacle course. Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri.

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follow site I first ran into the some of the guys behind Tacky Fly Fishing at the Orvis Guide Rendezvous in Missoula last April. A bouncy bunch of guides from Altamont, Utah, they stuck in my mind for the simple fact that I lived in Utah for a while as a kid and have great memories of the region’s mountains and rivers. (Somehow some of the most powerful mountains in life are those of your childhood.) We laughed and chatted and exchanged fishing tips—they were hoping to hit some Montana waters on their drive back home.

follow The Tacky Fly Box first really came onto my radar when I was writing product copy for Orvis and realized we’d added it to the assortment. A bit of research and a few emails confirmed it was, indeed, the Kickstarter project the Utah guys had begun. And it was going great guns.

https://paradiseperformingartscenter.com/2swu5gmt Ran into the Tacky crew again at IFTD in Orlando in July (where they subsequently kicked much ass and took home an award), and they were kind enough to give me a box to test. I’ve been fishing out of it since, and am viewing the slitted silicone base as something near revolutionary.

https://lpgventures.com/kklrbdpr0 The guys agreed to a ten questions interview for Chi Wulff, and the first part ran today. Look for part two tomorrow.

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click here Now I fully realize this is a blog about photography. Why, you ask, is she addressing the topic of writing? And on a photography blog, no less?

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https://www.elevators.com/4z6qzir1z91 For better or worse, for a little over five years now I’ve been paying the rent and putting gas in my car by an ever-changing combination of both photography and writing. One month, it may be all photography. The next nearly all writing. In the best months, the two come together and when I audit the bookkeeping at the end of the month, the two separate worlds almost balance each other out. And now, as I find myself juggling a day job of writing the outdoor voice for the oldest and largest fly-fishing company in the US and running Fire Girl Photography, I spent more than my fair share of time whacking away at a keyboard.

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https://penielenv.com/jk5w3dnih And then there are the bad days.

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https://lpgventures.com/pa77ogg Deadlines are looming, I worked eighteen hours yesterday, coffee just isn’t cutting it and I really don’t want to be sitting at a desk. These are the days when creating a headline, a caption, or even a blog post is a monumental struggle. Mentally a little voice squeaks, “so, you think you can write, huh?”

click here I’ve learned the best way—the only way—to tackle this mode is to crank up the music and just start writing. Anything. Everything. Drivel. Fiction. Poetry. Yeah, it may be rubbish, but get something on the page and suddenly the rest will follow. It’s rather like unstoppering a bottle of well-shaken champagne. Once it gets going, stand back. Game on and the words are coming out come hell or high water.

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source site No pressure, they say, as a coworker tells me, “We need Hemingway.” It’s 3:30 and suddenly we’re on deadline for 5:00.

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https://dcinematools.com/594ms1rh (Of note, any aspiring writers would do well to visit guru Tom Chandler’s copywriting blog The Writer Underground. Go. Read. Learn. Absorb.)

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Chi Wulff Vermont Chronicles: Into November Edition

by Fire Girl Jess on November 2, 2014

Last day of the season on the Roaring Branch.

Last day of the season on the Roaring Branch.

It’s cold, windy, and in the 30s here. The first snow has kissed the tops of the hills, and the vast majority of the leaves have fallen.

It looks like the beginning of a rather bleak November.

So, the time has come to focus on some new projects. Having no trouble keeping busy; time to prioritize and keep balancing work out. Translation? A lot of coffee during the day, and dreaming about editing at night. It kind of tends to work itself out.

So head on over to Chi Wulff for the latest in the Vermont Chronicles series—a bit of Sunday reading.

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Fishy Halloween

by Fire Girl Jess on October 30, 2014

Both in the day job office (it is Orvis, after all):

Orvis Creative Services pumpkin carving. Guess which one belongs to the fishing/hunting writer?

Orvis Creative Services pumpkin carving. Guess which one belongs to the fishing/hunting writer?

… and out on the water. I’m not much for costumes, so I’ll party with the fish.

Healthy little native broke. Southern Vermont.

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Photos of the Week

by Fire Girl Jess on October 29, 2014

Fall days are made for campfires and sporting clays.

Fall days are made for campfires and sporting clays.

Fall has fully arrived in all its drizzly glory. I’m currently battling my way through several upcoming deadlines and firing up new projects on the launch pad, so in lieu of a full-on blog post here are a few images to (hopefully) inspire you to get outside today!

Sometimes you need to escape beyond four walls—rain be damned. (Today’s lunch break was spent fishing in the wet weather… nothing better for the soul.)

Fall colors... nothing better on a rainy day.

Fall colors… nothing better on a rainy day.

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Pre-dawn starts mean good morning light on the water.

Pre-dawn starts mean good morning light on the water.

After a few glorious days in tropical humidity, salty air, and sunshine, I’m back in the the brisk fall drizzle of a New England October.

The Theodore Roosevelt Conservation Partnership (TRCP) held their Saltwater Media Summit in Cape Coral, Florida, at the end of last week. It was a busy, three day conclave with the leaders of Gulf and Everglades conservation and restoration. Leaders of various media outlets took in various lectures and panels, eagerly joining in on the conversation and asking probing questions.

I was very fortunate to attend in a joint role as an Orvis representative and as Fire Girl Photography. This trout girl from Montana took a small novella’s worth of notes and came back with a lot to digest.

Despite the heavy presentation schedule, TRCP made certain we had a morning’s worth of fishing (thank you!). I tried my hand at a spinning rod for the first time, and while it was certainly fun, am eager to run back to my fly gear.

Huge thanks to the TRCP for putting together such an incredible group of presenters and lecturers. Summits like this rarely run smoothly, yet their staff ensured everything came off beautifully.

I’m eager to explore more of the Gulf area… I have a feeling this is the beginning of a very long love affair with the salt.

Head on over to Chi Wulff for some images from the morning’s fishing.

Enjoying the locals.

Enjoying the locals.

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