Darvin Atkeson
Peaking Through the Aspens
It was late afternoon but the air was quite still. Only a couple of diehards fishing for trout disturbed the otherwise smooth reflection of the lake creating concentric rings around their tiny one man boats. The sticker on the back bumper of the truck next to me read "Those that don't know how to fish work" and I found some amusement in this as the gentleman proceeded to lug the pontoons section down to the lake and assembled them then came back for the electric motor, the over sized car battery, fishing gear, waders.... I began to wonder if all the fuss and cost was worth the few small trout he would catch on the lake. Perhaps I should print up some stickers that read "Those who don't know how to photograph, fish".
We spent the afternoon on this small lake just off the road up to lake Sabrina. The Fall Aspens made a great subject in the foreground and the colors across the lake helped illuminate the fishermen as they cast their flies upon the lake in long sweeping arcs. Every so often a trout would jump next to their boat and they'd turn around to face the new direction. A number of people fished the shores and it seemed they were having better luck just sitting on the side of the lake with nothing more than a pole and some salmon eggs. It was one of those locations where a sense of peace falls over you as everything seems so calm. This is the reason Fall is my favorite season. In two days this spot would be covered with the winter white of snow.
© Darvin Atkeson
Peaking Through the Aspens
It was late afternoon but the air was quite still. Only a couple of diehards fishing for trout disturbed the otherwise smooth reflection of the lake creating concentric rings around their tiny one man boats. The sticker on the back bumper of the truck next to me read "Those that don't know how to fish work" and I found some amusement in this as the gentleman proceeded to lug the pontoons section down to the lake and assembled them then came back for the electric motor, the over sized car battery, fishing gear, waders.... I began to wonder if all the fuss and cost was worth the few small trout he would catch on the lake. Perhaps I should print up some stickers that read "Those who don't know how to photograph, fish".
We spent the afternoon on this small lake just off the road up to lake Sabrina. The Fall Aspens made a great subject in the foreground and the colors across the lake helped illuminate the fishermen as they cast their flies upon the lake in long sweeping arcs. Every so often a trout would jump next to their boat and they'd turn around to face the new direction. A number of people fished the shores and it seemed they were having better luck just sitting on the side of the lake with nothing more than a pole and some salmon eggs. It was one of those locations where a sense of peace falls over you as everything seems so calm. This is the reason Fall is my favorite season. In two days this spot would be covered with the winter white of snow.
© Darvin Atkeson