I’m not a fisherman, but I like to go fishing. I haven’t been in almost twenty years, but the thought of hanging a line off a dock, boat or bridge and relaxing sounds quite compelling. But it seems there is alway something more important to do, so another week goes by.

When I ran across this bridge, the first thing I thought of was a fishing pole. Maybe my inner me is trying to tell me something. Is it time to go fishing one weekend? The thing is, fishing gear would get in the way of the camera gear. So I make a split-second decision that photography is more important than fishing. There goes another week.