This Time I'll Be the Guy

I'm home. It was a good trip.

I didn't make it out today, but tomorrow will be a dedicated fishing day. My personal Opening Day.

This time I'll be the guy on the water looking up to watch people packed in thin silver tubes pass by 40,000 feet above.

Study in Black and White

One more quick post before I go. I heard Robins chirping in the bare trees this evening. They know it's near. But one more light snow fell last night, transforming the dying winter landscape into a study in black and white.

I am moved even more by its stark beauty knowing that these scenes will soon be but memories of a season past.

Dreaming in Black and White

In what tends to be a black and white time of the year, these photos have been especially evocative to me of a season and its trout that I sorely miss.