The yellow and red plastic kayak glides upstream through the waters of the ipswich river, brown pond weeds bending towards me just under the surface. I maneuver under an outstretched tree branch hanging over the water ducking my head under at the point of its arch. Wind ripples across the surface of the water rounding a corner and heading into a light breeze.  I skim over lily pads stopping for a picture of their white and yellow flowers. A white heron spears a small fish wading in the shallows near a bed of reeds, it’s brilliant white plumage mocking the idea of camouflage. Maybe it looks like a cloud to its prey? Continue reading “On a River” →

I like ending a day of accomplishment with a relaxing drink that loosens the talk. And today we have accomplished a lot.

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Sitting at the restaurant “bah” in”Bahston” eating a fish sandwich and a pizza with an all to crackery crust. Huge glass pane windows open up to a cove of the Atlantic. The setting sun hides behind a thick grey band of clouds obscuring all but a few hues of red and orange as there are no other clouds to reflect back the sunset colors. The musky ocean smells of salt and mud do not penetrate the bar.

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Seems like one of those in between days coming and going at the same time. I set up the “gone fishin'” message on my email at work. I try to get some closure on my work activities and send status out on where I left off, in case anybody cares.

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