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A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT​
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Created for the AMP 30x30 1992 show
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“Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot river and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.”
GREEN VERSION
BLUE VERSION
"MACLEAN" VARIANT
“In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.”
"GRACE" VARIANT
"My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the universe. To him, all good things - trout as well as eternal salvation - came by grace; and grace comes by art; and art does not come easy."
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