"As I sit quietly this evening in the Italian Alps, I know that in the morning, the sun will surely come streaming in again over those quiet waters, now some 6,000 miles and a lifetime away from me. Memories know no distance and I will miss Black Canyon. The mighty Willamette River will slip by and there will remain in its swirls and reflections the soft sepia toned images of all of my waters and the fragrance of dewy ferns on the canyon floor and a faint hope for tomorrow. This beloved place, the Blackest of Canyons; we have grown together and have given and received of each other so much. Having done so, in the end of days, I suppose we are surely even."
The flowing waters of the American West will carry you through a half century of living, as told by a simple fisherman. The Blackest of Canyons will make you laugh, cry and take stock of your own life. The Blackest of Canyons will bring you full circle!
©2005-2013 Allen E. Rizzi (P)2013 Allen E. Rizzi
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