Gathering myriad crevice's trickles it emerges from the wood as something substantial enough to harbor trout. And it does.
And it is unfished and unreachable on this unseasonably warm day.
But it is there tempting and haunting those desires and memories of days past and days to come and days that can only ever exist in the imagination.
Damn.
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| Morning Fog. There's trout water out there. |
Very nice. Damn indeed.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mike. I can still see the silver flank of a trout I tangled with yesterday. Damn.
DeleteIt was beautiful out there this morning. I mean stunningly so. I regretted being a stupid adult on the train to the city this morning. Damn it all.
ReplyDeleteYou and I had the exact same thought at almost the same moment.
DeleteVery nice shot. Fog is a tough thing to capture.
ReplyDeleteThx. I follow a very simple formula: adjust exposure based upon limited experience and then bracket the hell out of it. Adjust for sins in post. ;)
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