Take that, you dumb mothers

Occasionally I need reminding that the stupid brainless miserable pig-fuckers out there aren't really all that important. Irritating, certainly. But not important. Photo one is the best I could do on a river in Yosemite some years back. I was visiting my friend Christina in the East Bay, and I drove way the hell to the western entrance to the Yosemite park and found this river, which was a bitch to wade. I caught something and managed to get a shot of it disappearing. Photo two is down in Claryville, N.Y., on the Neversink. I am explaining something stupid to Giles Harlowe, who owns this fabled stretch where the East and West Branches of the river meet up. Imagine that — owning the Junction Pool.