tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452860891161809696.post6060626291003159768..comments2023-06-22T03:11:06.749-07:00Comments on Otter Down: What Lies BeneathKatie Yalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07340726823500617071noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452860891161809696.post-78658009591080341152011-04-12T13:30:44.779-07:002011-04-12T13:30:44.779-07:00Thank you so much for your beautiful comment...Thank you so much for your beautiful comment...Katie Yalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07340726823500617071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452860891161809696.post-65766273731601720822011-04-06T20:43:44.570-07:002011-04-06T20:43:44.570-07:00When on the Snake or the Columbia or Kootenai I of...When on the Snake or the Columbia or Kootenai I often think of the sturgeon, ancient both individually and genetically, moseying along beneath me. Some were born before the dams, and some may outlive them. I just feel their age more than anything, their staggering and graceful oldness. And of course in that is beauty and in its reflection I find awkward humility. We need elders. Even silent ones, swimming beneath us. As always, your writing is though provoking, and amusingly packed with whimsical respect - the best kind.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04286547491584737050noreply@blogger.com