the life of a fisherman
During one hike in Colorado, I wanted to get a photo of the people fly-fishing below the dam. The problem was that they kept glancing up at me, and I didn’t want them to think I was staring. Which, of course, I was. And when I tried to hide behind the trees, I couldn’t see the fishing poles. In the end, I settled for this. [Note that I took this photo in sepia mode; I still have not figured out how to use Photoshop to do the same.]
Why no, I haven’t taken any photos in about a week. Can you tell?