Breath

Maybe there is no place for Let's Take A Breath on this web site and again, maybe there is. Once in a while we all pause to take stock of who we are and what we are doing here. We stop and take a look around. We ponder deep thoughts and grasp for answers. We slow down and get in touch with our inner thoughts. We are usually alone. We "take a breath". Fly fishing has presented the perfect setting

for me to get in touch with myself and while doing so move ever closer to a better understanding. When I "take a breath", the first thing that I sense is the beauty around me. Beauty to me may not be beauty to you. For me it's West Virginia. Her mountains and streams. Who can dispute their beauty? I was photographing this river scene for the page "Pools" when this woodduck came out of the weeds with her young. The air was hazy and the water had a quiet sheen. I took the picture, lowered the camera and "took a breath". The water around me to my waist, the quiet water, the woodduck and her clutch of young, being alone in such a place gave me what we are all looking for, Peace. I had been

on a wonderful fishing trip to the Elk River and Shavers Fork for a couple days. I deeply enjoyed meeting new friends and catching some fish. ( page: Don't Forget To Look Upstream) Getting away had relaxed me and the work world with all it's pressures were pushed to my subconscious. I was better able to focus on things around me. I was beginning to know myself again. On my return, I passed this beautiful mountain scene that I had passed hundreds of times before. I turned around, came back, and took this picture of the depths of my home state's mountains. After taking the picture, I "took a breath", glanced one more time, then continued home.