Saturday, November 10, 2012

Sitting on the Dock

I always wake up early when I'm at the cabin.  Spending two and a half hours this morning sitting on the dock, watching the leaves fall, listening to the fish jump and the herons call to one another, devouring the fantastic colors of the mountainsides, feeling the warm sun on my skin, and making photographs of men spending Saturday morning fishing is good for my soul.  I am unbelievably relaxed.

The men above let the current push their boat near to the dock.  The man in the green waders asked, "Are you catching some sun?"  I lifted up my camera and said, "Nope, I'm fishing for photos." It's the only thing we said to each other all morning while being in close proximity. 

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