A Thank-You, From The Blog Author

I would like to offer my appreciation and gratitude for those readers who may have revisited this "blog," if only once, since my last post made in October '15.  Last spring saw the christening of this website and with it, my eagerness to share in words some of the more cherished experiences I found born as a result of saltwater angling, oceanic sunrises, and wet sand.

As a writer, it is my hope that most or many or some or perhaps only one of my authored experiences and endlessly embellished expressions of seaside observation that represent my own embodiment as a surfcaster (however verbose you may regard!) may have struck a ringing, harmonious chord of similarity within you.  That sometime in your angling past, you may have cast vicariously through my words and walked sympathetically upon similar sands, seeking the same ends as myself.  It is what whets our appetite for the nourishment of Nature and makes us each eager for more.  For the next time.  For the allure of Her unknown and the inestimable possibilities thereof.  Oh, and fish!

Professionally, life has kept me busier than ever, as I'm burrowed deep with full & part-time work and other consuming obligations, but those ever-present, imaginative anticipations I have of fishing the salt, and welcoming any number of Nature's inspirations that may suddenly or unexpectedly wash over me, leading to words that I may scribble on paper, are what I look forward to most in 2016.  I apologize for allowing over half a year's time to pass with no new posted content.  I have dozens of ideas and incomplete narratives and drafts and half-written pieces patiently awaiting the polished touches of finality.  It's my hope that with the grace of time I can share them with you.

With that, I invite you to visit from time to time, much like an unfamiliar, but appealing stretch of morning beach you auspiciously walk upon, not for the flurry of writing you will have to catch-up on, but that I may have cast-out some new and exciting arrangement of words waiting to share with you, like hungry fish waiting under waves for your first cast.  For sentences you may reel-in and relate to in having possibly lived them yourself.  To retreat into the depths of our minds and relive experiences we hold dear as surfcasters.

To inaugurate this season's recent and strong spring Striper run now fast underway, I offer the two images below that I recently created.  Homage to our queen of the whitewater.  Striped lives do matter.  We will always need them found, alive.  Best wishes in the salt this season & thank-you always for the favor of your reading.

(Any and all comments are welcomed & encouraged)