“Could an angler go fishing without a fishing rod, line and hook? It depends what they’re fishing for.”
Source: A Meaningful Life - Fennel's Journal - No. 1
“Angling is just a way of relaxing and escaping in the countryside.”
Source: A Meaningful Life - Fennel's Journal - No. 1
“The act of fishing – for fish, dreams or whatever magic is available – is enough. It transports us to a special world, and a state of mind, where we are free.”
Source: A Meaningful Life - Fennel's Journal - No. 1
“Traditional angling is the antithesis of the modern specimen angling scene.”
Source: Wild Carp: Fennel's Journal No. 4
“Traditional angling is to escape the noise and one-upmanship of modern angling in favour of something simple and beautiful.”
Source: Wild Carp: Fennel's Journal No. 4
“Commanding his domain on top of the world, Crater Lake sits in brooding blue and bold relief against an unsympathetic sky, the water like a solid, weighty mass anchored at the earth’s core. The winds are unforgiving, the clouds hostile, the hidden shoreline mysterious.”
Source: Freedom's Rush: Tales from The Biker and The Beast
“Holy gods. He'd frozen the whole damn lake. He was THAT powerful?”
Source: Heir of Fire
“I have an immoderate passion for water; for the sea, though so vast, so restless, so beyond one's comprehension; for rivers, beautiful, yet fugitive and elusive; but especially for marshes, teeming with all that mysterious life of the creatures that haunt them. A marsh is a whole world within a world, a different world, with a life of its own, with its own permanent denizens, its passing visitors, its voices, its sounds, its own strange mystery.”
Source: The House of Madame Tellier and Other Stories
“Let us not make our gazes meet,
and let's never smile at each other,
for who am I? but a mere stranger...”
Source: The Poetic Refuge: An Anthology
“In late summer, when sprays of purple loosestrife, goldenrod, and ripening cranberries burst into color along the old road cutting through the Great Marsh of West Barnstable on Cape Cod, the air vibrated with the drumbeat of cicadas, the caws of seagulls and geese.”
Source: The Muse of the Revolution: The Secret Pen of Mercy Otis Warren and the Founding of a Nation