I walk
not passing negligently the things I love
but stopping to know them.
Admiring the imperfect, the impermanent and incomplete
Seeing beauty in things modest and humble.
Walking in fellowship with nature.
After Robert Henri
Images are from an in-process project titled Little Walks. I walk daily along the American River with my dog and my cell phone.
By john kraintz
44 pages, published 6/10/2020 A day trip to the Sierras for trout fishing. A reflection on our connection to the Earth.
The spot
It is the spot
The place
The hole
Where the fish live
Where I return
Time and time again
I will travel great distances
To return
To that which connects me to the earth
Food
Fish
Life
And
Death
Hook
Line
Sinker
It’s mostly white
with a patina of rust and soot near the exhaust.
The door gives a loud tired creak as I swing it open.
And when I slide into this couch with four wheels
I can smell the aroma of motor oil, diesel,
old plastic and almost half a century of dust fills the cabin.
I put the key into the ignition.
Without hesitation a loud buzzing ensues
reminding me to put on my seat belt.
Only the most important gauges work on the dashboard
the oil pressure and engine temperature.
Mice chewed through some of the wires as it sat in the countryside of Carmel
waiting for someone with 700 dollars cash to drive it away
I didn’t even bother negotiating a lower price
I always new it would get me where I needed to go.
Kraintz Photography 