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.