I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about watching a man fish. I’m not much of a fisherman myself, despite many attempts and the ample patience of a very capable brother-in-law.
Yet the sight of a lone fisherman always intrigues me. Is it his dedication to his hobby? Is it the persistence and patience that I know it takes to be successful? Maybe it’s just watching a person do something that they really enjoy, enough to make time for it, to study it and excel at it. Or maybe it’s just that I respect diligence, but whenever I spot the lonely fisherman, I’m quick to reach for my camera.
Whatever the case, I spotted this fly fisherman in the Saco River in New Hampshire recently and, walking along the shore, was able to make a few captures. My favorite is the one I placed at the top of this post. Being in near silhouette makes him more iconic and somehow, mysterious.
But I also shot these. This next one is a bit more traditional, showing us who he is but it takes away any mystery we may have had about him.
And then there was this shot. I was trying to frame him through the trees but I feel that there is too much foliage and not enough fisherman.
At any rate, I guess I’ll always be baited by the sight of the lone fisherman. I’ll take the hook, and be pulled in to the next scene. (Sorry, couldn’t resist).
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