Nothing To Complain About by Mark Usyk
The afternoon was spent under that gray sky with the sun trying to penetrate it looking like nothing more than a distant low wattage lightbulb. For this time of year the conditions were really about as perfect as you could expect.
Who Knows by Mark Usyk
Maybe it was the right time. Maybe I was just lucky. Maybe I was more patient and more observant than I had been years ago.
Focus by Mark Usyk
Gin clear water, turquoise pools that tricked your mind into thinking you were in the Bahamas, desert bluffs silhouetted against the quickly fading evening skies and the dizzying Milky Way shortly afterward. Cave drawings. Waterfalls. White water. Massive pools several football fields long and wide flanked by cliffs topped off with motionless observing mountain goats.
Change by Mark Usyk
Does everything have to change until the life you remember as a child is completely gone in the life you have as an adult?
I Went Fishing In The Rain by Mark Usyk
Talking Heads by Mark Usyk
Everything I Knew By Mark Usyk
But there’s something to be said about a good snag. It reminds you what it feels like if only for a second to find a fish. And remembering that feeling suddenly can have an effect on your mind. I think it’s called hope. Hope ain’t bad.
I Want It All, And I Want It Now by Mark Usyk
I half heartedly drift a large black nymph pattern through all the slack waters I can find. In my mind I see it drifting, bouncing downstream, it’s black silhouette against the light brown water with the sun beating down on it as if it was a warm sunny day. It’s not a warm day of course, but if I couldn’t feel the cold on my face and hands then the appearance alone could have me fooled.