The Congo is really beautiful. People correct me and say, "Oh, you mean the Democratic Republic of the Congo. " Well, fine. But, the land there, the landscape is extraordinary. It's big lakes and beautiful hills and trees.
Ye monsters of the bubbling deep, Your Maker's praises spout; Up from the sands ye codlings peep, And wag your tails about.
It is you and clean, flowing water. It is you, inquisitive, in a wild world that is older than man, seeking greater understanding and finding not only an endless interest but a tranquility that comes, most of the time, to all nature?s wild creatures.
And beyond the timeless meadows and emerald pastures, the rabbit holes and moss-covered oak and rowan trees and the "slippy sloppy" houses of frogs, the woodland-scented wind rushed between the leaves and blew around the gray veil that dipped below the fells, swirling up in a mist, blurring the edges of the distant forest. (View from Windermere in the Lake District)
I should never make anything of a fisherman. I had not got sufficient imagination
I imagine that no art has ever been learned from books. fly-fishing is no exception.
I make it a rule never to weigh or measure a fish I've caught, but simply to estimate its dimensions as accurately as possible, and then, when telling about it, to improve these figures by roughly a fifth, or twenty percent. I do this mainly because most people believe all fishermen exaggerate by at least twenty percent, and so I allow for the discounting my audience is almost certain to apply.
What's the two things they tell you are healthiest to eat? Chicken and fish. You know what you should do? Combine them, eat a penguin.
What I had mastered was fly-fishing Rule # 1: Remove all hooks from soft tissue under water, where near-freezing temperatures anesthetize exposed nerve endings and you can't hear your fellow anglers' hysterical laughter.
Perfect sincerity and transparency make a great part of beauty, as in dewdrops, lakes, and diamonds.
Fishing is taking a huge toll on the planet's ecosystem. We are emptying the oceans, seas, lakes, and rivers as we fish them dry.
The finest of the glacier meadow gardens lie. . . imbedded in the upper pine forests like lakes of light.
A trout is a moment of beauty known only to those who seek it.
When your consciousness has become ripe in true zazen-pure like clear water, like a serene mountain lake, not moved by any wind-then anything may serve as a medium for realization.
I am, Sir, a brother of the angle.
Water its living strength first shows, When obstacles its course oppose.
I used to live in Seattle, as did Jimi Hendrix and Bruce Lee. I lived near the arboretum. Very often I would take walks late at night by Lake Washington, because I found it very easy to meditate there.
We must keep these waters for wild rice, these trees for maple syrup, our lakes for fish, and our land and aquifers for all of our relatives - whether they have fins, roots, wings, or paws.
I was born on Wellington Avenue and my family that remains lives in the Lake Shore Drive area.
The only kind of seafood I trust is the fish stick, a totally featureless fish that doesn't have eyeballs or fins.