Last week was the fishing opener here in Minnesota – the start of a sacred season.
I’ve never been a fisherwoman, but I do feel a certain kinship with others who come to be by the water before dawn and at dusk. To me these are times of quiet and communion, when I feel especially at one with the world.
Here are a couple photos I took last summer – one at dawn and one at sunset – of people fishing on Bald Eagle Lake.
Beautiful.
Beautiful photos, Amy, and lovely blog!