Having watched this chap for sometime, trying to gain a good energising pose for my painting. I thought how lucky I was to be here in this world and this place of beauty. It dawned on me then why the anglers are up and at their sport so early in the day.
You cant stop for long near many fly fishermen. Because it is a quiet sport of concentration and joy. They find distant remote spots to endulge in their pastime. Just then my anglers line went taught and he struck and reeled in with enjoyment. Then as the fish broke water. I thought of him walking back satisfied to his little tent to cook a trout for his breakfast. And my painting was born.