“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.” Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It Long before I ever picked up a camera, I was an avid fly fisherman, though I’m not sure “avid” even begins to describe my love of the art of casting a fly. Back when all I thought… Read More
Reflections, times three. North American Beaver cautiously checking out the guy with the long glass eye. Louvers and flames meticulously painted on the hood of a hot rod. Fly fisherman patiently waiting for a trout to rise and take his fly.