I’ve always loved this picture of my father, brother, and me ambling upstream on the East Fork of the Chattooga River. Since the early 80’s it has sat steadfast upon my Dad’s bureau, and only until now have I been able to obtain a digital image of it.
Having recently become a new father, this picture offers renewed significance. Like fly fishing, parenting requires patience and timing, keen observation, and trial and error. And whether or not the right balance is achieved, there is inevitably some form of personal discovery and reward.
2 thoughts on “Fishing Lesson”
Hello Robert! I “discovered” your blog after reading about the Subaru ad. You are doing exactly what you DREAMED of doing so many years ago (WRITING and spending time in the great outdoors) and I am thrilled for you! I have just spent the last hour reading your blog and enjoying the photography. And now you have a lovely family. CHEERS to you, Robert! Peace, Maria
PS By the way, I always loved this photo of you, John and your Dad.
Thank you, Maria! Tis a labor of love. Some days I want to throw in the towel, and other times it just comes natural.