Falcon perched atop
canopy of Poudre R.
Corridor.
Mule Deer sheltered
in brush beneath
canopy of Poudre R.
Corridor.
Machines of
technology of Man.
To Mom, who communicated to me very early in my life the way of deep woods, wild things, the beauty there in the verdent Oregon forests near Corvallis and Alsea; Dad, who taught me to love the Wyoming wilderness and the pursuit of the wily trout; my brothers Bob and Al, unequaled and lasting fishing companions; Margot, my daughter, and her mother, Charlotte; lastly, my sister,Susan.
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