When I looked, I knew I might never again see so much of the earth so beautiful, the beautiful being something you know added to something you see, i… - Norman Maclean

My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the universe. To him, all good things — trout as well as eternal salvation — come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not come easy.

In this story of the outside world and the inside world with a fire between, the outside world of little screwups recedes now for a few hours to be taken over by the inside world of blowups, this time by a colossal blowup but shaped by little screwups that fitted together tighter and tighter until all became one and the same thing — the fateful blowup.

What a beautiful world it was once. At least a river of it was.