I forgot about these photos.
It was almost as much fun as finding money in a coat pocket. Not quite as lucrative, but just as enjoyable. These are from our camping trip in August. It seems so long ago already. Can you believe it … October has arrived.
Not long ago this was the scene.
Not just the family trip, but the hot summer sun on our backs. The cool, shady creek hiding brook trout. Shorts and flip-flops and suntanned arms and legs and cheeks.
Everyone caught a fish, even if it took a helping hand from an uncle.
Because daddies can’t be everywhere at once, you know.
I suppose I could have assisted … but who would have captured this for memory’s sake?
There’s always one in the crowd …
The one who doesn’t catch a fish right off the bat — or even minutes later. Then, just as she was ready to give up and submit to her frustrations, she got a bite.
She set her hook and reeled it in.
Then it was time to go — and we didn’t leave empty-handed.
We had a mess of fish to fry.
And they did.
Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.
~Henry David Thoreau
P.S. I leave you with a couple of other favorite Thoreau quotes.
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.
What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us.
Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.