….swing swift winter breezes onto our marshy sloop here in Bozman.
The sun sets by 5pm, and the rockfish on Harris Creek are, regrettably for them, so darn easy to catch this time of year (yet that showy, bold statement might have jinxed it all…)
I’ve watched leaves drift one by one, slowly floating off the maple tree over the past few weeks, and I admire every single crimson Euonymus that I see.
Here’s Kevin, coming home on Harris Creek. Timeless.