Trying to recall more carefree days in the land of eternal sunshine. 2015 was a pretty good year.
Who likes to fish? A quiet day on the pier. You cast your line, brace your pole and wait, looking out across the water at the boats passing through the bridge underpass, and wait. Then comes the tug, the pull on your line and the snag in the center of your chest that says, “Hey, you got something here.” No matter if it is big or small. It’s a hit. You reel it in and even though it’s small, there it is, glistening in the sunlight as it wiggles on your line. You work to release it from the hook; but then……someone else decides to get involved.
Now, let me just say that when my husband asked me to go along fishing with him, we both knew it was because I would be able to photograph birds. Lots and lots of birds. Egrets, seagulls, white ibis, tri-colored heron (if I…
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