Sometime, I need to get into the mountain for searching my soul. It could be found in a foggy morning, a tiny cristal clean creek or a glare behind the sun. Searching soul is a endless journey to me. It usually, but not always, been found in a forest. I feel completed by seeing them...sometimes they just sealed in the picture forever, forever young.
- Those old good days!!- Yesterday is Saturday, my favorite day in a week. Usually I will relax myself by slowdown everything, cook a dedicated lunch, have a beer during the midday, make a tea, listen music and have couple of easy readings. What a relax weekend! In Auburn, a college town, Saturday morning is like a pure mountain village, bird singing, wind blowing, everything is just so soft and quiet. (The truth is the college students are recovering from the craze Friday night still, on their own bed! I guess…). I love Saturday, no doubt about it. Yesterday, as usual, I went to Tuskegee forest, fishing. The river was a little bit high, but covered by a light mist fog. I stand in the middle of the creek, blended myself into the scene, so quiet. In a mystery woods, a foggy creek casting my fly smoothly, looks like an old man doing the Kung Fu in the morning park. It’s a rhythm I told myself, I caught the rhythm and feel good. A group of wood ducks jittering on the far end of the bend draws me back to the real.
MARU is a golden retriever. I first saw her was in Emi’s House. That is amazingly beautiful dog to me. She always has passion at the very beginning when she saw you. Jump around, holding toy for you. But, suddenly, like the toy with an old batteries in it, Maru fade their passion so fast, and became part of the carpet again. I guess most of the house keeping dog does this (except my another friend - TSUGA), probably they all bred to be like this. The amazing part in Maru is her fur or called hair. They are so long and soft…perfectly curving shape. That was amazing comfortable, when you touch it, you know it. And also you know that these soft MATERIAL would make a good FLY, a good brownish wooly bugger. : P. You got to forgive me here. To be a fly fisherman, I have all these fly images in my mind. I think that would be a good suggestion for Naoto that give me some Maru’s hair when she got a hair cut next time.
美國人喜歡說...這是我的HOME TOWN （家鄉）。在美國喜歡釣魚的人說...這是我的HOME RIVER （家河）。 這聽起來真的是有一種溫暖的感覺。感覺著流動的河 淵遠流長 一脈相傳。有一種祖先與血脈相連的感覺。 通常HOME RIVER也比較容易從FLY FISHERMAN的口中聽到，因為飛蠅釣者通常有一種強烈的環境關懷意識。也對土地有相對深厚的情感。（容後再敘）阿拉巴馬是一個美國東南部的農業州。天阿....這樣我又有講不完的故事了... 改天再說好了。這照片是我的HOME RIVER流經TUSKEGEE NATIONAL FOREST。
I am a biologist grew up with a fishing rod in my hands. I have been fortunate enough to embrace my love of art and science in my career. Most of my free time were well spent in the nature, either studying bird behavior or chasing variety of fish with fly rods. My favorite art medium is watercolors, I love the natural and spontaneous feel created by watercolor pigments. I am currently a post-doctoral research fellow at Harvard University. Welcome to my website. Mark