Eventually all things merge into one and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood, and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of them are theirs… I am haunted by waters.
Norman Maclean
The River Ness… fly fishing for salmon
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Grew up in California...Went east for college and, later, work, and never returned to California as a resident...Have a Ph.D. in Clinical Psychology...Worked in private practice settings for most of my career...Now retired...Married to Mrs. Bear (Lela) for 47 years...Spent most of my youth travelling the beautiful landscapes of our continent...Am now in a time window to see the rest of the world, and report some of my impressions on the Blog.
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