It must be stated, right up front, that the picture above violates the only two rules governing these photo bins; that the images were taken in the current month and that I took them. Instead, this shot was taken a day or two before Christmas and by one of my "other sons" from the old neighborhood. (There's a long and wonderful story here of family that exists, not by the accident of birth, but, rather, by friendship and community and dedication to others. But that's a telling for another time.)
I take the liberty of posting it here because the image began as a composition/light challenged iPhone shot of the "family's" newest addition sharing some quiet time with Grandpa's lab and I was given, this month, the opportunity to try to save it with a little Lightroom magic. The Adobe gods smiled so I add this heartwarming creation here, despite the breach of protocol.
A shot like this is worth breaking a few rules.
Moving along to some images that play more according to Hoyle...
I suppose that if you live in the south, pictures of our recent snows are obligatory, even if most of the rest of the country is damn sick and tired of seeing them. Get over it, Michigan. It's an event down here and the world slides further into the ditch for us with every inch.
Off the back porch. Out the front door. Through the bedroom window. All the views were spectacular.
And since this is a fishing blog, I feel compelled to add some appropriate content. Here's a fairly unremarkable shot of a very remarkable angler. I add it, despite it's blandness, because I chuckle at the sign and wonder how you tell him not to.
Oh, and that reminds me of a story...
Kent Edmonds (TFO rep extraordinaire, among many other things) and I carried a Mangrove out to the disappointingly narrow demonstration pool at the Winston-Salem Fly Fishing Expo to give it a try. After a couple of casts I felt a tap on my shoulder and a gentleman asked if we minded sliding over just a bit so that he could show another the peculiarities of a particular bamboo rod. I turned, sized the guy up, and bit my tongue, wanting so badly to say "Are you kidding me? Who do you think you are? F@#king Lefty Kreh?!"
It was, of course, and Kent tells me I should have. Lefty would have loved it.
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That leading picture on this post is a wonderful piece of work. It is a memory maker for sure. Yup. I am tired of all the snow, but, those are still beautiful pictures of a wonderful winter setting. Lefty, had a birthday just the other day. He turned (89). He has seniority, Mike.
ReplyDeleteAt 89, he does indeed have seniority over me, Mel. But not many others do. :-)
ReplyDeleteGood hearing from you!
Proof breaking rules can lead to some great photos.
ReplyDeleteAin't that the truth! Thanks, Daniel.
ReplyDeleteIs Lefty a righty?
ReplyDeleteOddly enough, he appears to be. At least I've typically seen him demoing right handed, though I believe that he's a wizard with both. Good catch, Mark!
ReplyDeleteI would imagine in the more snow challenged parts of the country a fresh blanket of snow could be viewed as unique. After nearly 4 months of seeing it out the windows and having to travel through it, the uniqueness has worn off.
ReplyDeleteI should do some photos of snow next week after this fresh layer has melted off and the piles of dirt laden jagged ice three and more feet thick are once again exposed. I'm sounding cantankerous, aren't I...
What I could never figure out is how Lefty casts so effortlessly. He doesn't seem to "move" much -- just like he's softly waving at a fly that's just buzzed past his ear -- and then he's not only cast the length of the pond, but hit the wall behind it!
ReplyDeleteA picture like that first one always has room on the blog. Great photo! I don't think the photo of Lefty is bland at all. I quite like it.
ReplyDeleteCantankerous? Nah. You just sound like Ken G. :-)
ReplyDeleteLefty's definitely something to watch, Howard A. Economy in motion.
And thanks, Howard L. Glad to hear you're getting out and around!