So, as anyone who followed my prior blog will know, I have a tendency to take myself, and others, too seriously. I’m here today to make a repair in that regard. This is directed specifically at someone I was especially hard on. I hope that someone figures out who he is, assuming he reads this post. Some might consider the “art” work in this post to be NSFW. Here’s my view. Since the scene(s) depicted were in a public place, I can’t imagine the person in the pics would find them NSFW.
A personal reflection on bow fishing. When I was a lad, in the next few years after my father died, I had good relationship with one of my mother’s brothers (who has since passed away). He was pretty outdoorsy. He trapped muskrats. He ran trotlines. He bowfished. I’d go out with him and he’d stare intently at the water, and, sometimes, fire off an arrow. As intently as I watched, I never, ever, saw what he shot at. But still, sometimes, he managed to impale a fish and bring it it. I’ve never forgotten that. Some people see things I don’t see, and maybe I see some things others’ don’t.
Update: how’s this for relevance. Article about a carp jumping out of the water and hitting a bow-fishing woman in the chops!
(The above is pretty nearly wordless–for me!)