The River Crana in flood. Buncrana Co Donegal I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening.Then in the Artic half light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories.And the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the worlds great flood & runs over rocks from the basement of time.On some of those rocks are the timeless raindrops.Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters. Norman McClean A River Runs Through It ,1976. #FeastorFamine
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 22:25:09 +0000
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