The skiff glided over a turtle grass-covered flat. I raised the viewfinder of my camera and trained it upon an angler. Russell Chatham, the esteemed painter and writer, stood casting, his eyes shaded by a visor. Amidships, Jim Harrison looked on. Several islands shimmered in the middle distance. Panning the Nikon to a second skiff, Thomas […]

“And the story it told of a river that flowed, made me sad to think it was dead.”—“The Horse with No Name,” an American song popular during a time when the San Lorenzo River still had fish in it. Vampires are so hot right now, but think back to those ever-pale, never-dying vampires in The […]