A perfect day fishing on the Gunpowder, Maryland.
You watch that film and you can almost feel the air, its thickness, you are drown in the greenery, you can smell the moss, the river, the film reminds you of A river runs through it, it’s probably the colour and the hat on the guy’s head. But there is a mysterious link, that strange feeling that ones feels when you see a picture, it reminds you somewhere you know, a place you’ve been and suddenly you are there, in the middle of the river, you’re holding the rod, you focus on where to aim. You look at the rhododendron’s flowers fading. like in a dream.