Tree of Life
.Surrounded in fog
.Partly cloudy sky
.Kingfisher darts past
too quickly to be
captured on film?
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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