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At the end of a fun day hiking and fishing I amble quietly along the rivers edge. Pete is fishing downstream with a fly similar to whatever is hovering above the water. The rhythmic casting movement is calming in the fading light. I move upstream picking my way through a fishermans path around rocks and through scrub willow and a few trees. The light is almost gone now, and the moon is rising up ahead over the mountain as I press on. A small flat meadow between the river and a sprawling beaver pond welcomes my arrival. I set up my easel next to a rounded rock and try to record everything, the view, the smell and the sounds of the river in semi darkness.
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