Gore Mountain

When the river freezes over this is the place to be.

After the Storm

The Berkshire Mountains in Western Massachusetts continue to provide solid fishing in the early winter months. I decided to head out after a snow storm and test some new winter streamers. Success!

Beck – Sound and Vision

Here is Beck reconstructing David Bowie’s “Sound and Vision.” So good.

Andy Goldsworthy

Landscape sculptor Andy Goldsworthy is renowned throughout the world for his work in ice, stone, leaves, wood. His own remarkable still photographs are Goldsworthy’s way of talking about his often ephemeral works, of fixing them in time. His work continuously inspires me to look around and soak in what is already in-front of me.  I hope you enjoy his images / documentary as much as I do.

( all video/ photos credited to Andy Goldsworthy)

Buckle Works

Hey friends. Check out this amazing small belt buckle business in Cotuit Massachusetts. Buckle Works specializes in handmade belts, brass and sterling buckles. They create beautiful works of art and each buckle is cast by hand! Here are some of my favorites. For more info visit www.buckleworks.net . Support Local!

All designs / images are copyright to Buckle Works. 

I saw heaven today.

” I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of it’s own unfolding.”

– John O’Donohue

A Lost Summer

With nearly two feet of snow here in the Berkshire Mountains I can only reflect on the passing of Summer. Here are some Images of the Adirondack Mountains from the past season. Hurry up and melt snow…

Cheers

John the Fisherman

 

“John the Fisherman” -22” x 30” woodblock print over aquatint etching on okawara paper.

$500

One of many original woodblock prints. Work for purchase at www.grantfiguraprintmaking.com and www.grantfigura.wordpress.com 

This is Fly Magazine

 

Latest addition to the one and only: This is Fly – online magazine. Check it out at www.thisisfly.com 

 

Winter Bliss

The Deerfield continues to prove itself time and time again. This outing started high in the mountains with a buddy of mine. Beginning in the snow / ice and ending up at a lower elevation with neither was fantastic. The fishing was slow at first but we found some native brook trout concentrated in smaller pools. Descending down stream we ran into some rough water. Waterfalls and plenty of drops, oh yeah. The fishing was much better the farther we hiked. Rainbows started hitting as the snow began to melt. Most of the fish we caught were striking small buggers and orange beaded nymphs. As the river started to widen and the fishing tapered off.  Just as our trip was coming to an end I tied on a large white streamer and casted out. A 22 inch rainbow crushed it and  the fight was on. What a fish, what an experience.

Cheers.