Fishing

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.

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