Feathers
Beside the Book
(The Tufted Titmouse Sips)
01 2015
There is a quiet brook in New York City where songbirds sip on the clear day after a storm. Sky spreads deep blue, frosted by feathers of cirrus cloud. Breezes make murmur within the mesh of tree branches above. All else remains quiet but for the birds in song and conversation. I have encountered the blue jay, cardinal, tufted titmouse, downy woodpecker, red-bellied woodpecker, black-capped chickadee, slate-colored junco, red-breasted nuthatch, red-tailed hawk, Cooper’s hawk, song sparrow, house sparrow, and rock dove.
Tenkara this January has become the art of fishing for feathers used in my fly tying. Plumes of pheasant, starling, partridge, and peacock are present beside my vise where I spend time tying a kebari, sketching a hook, writing a book in a natural light heightened by the bright white of fresh snow.
– rPs 01 30 2015
Tenkara Takes Manhattan 
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