There’s something special about going fishing as a kid. Lazy summer breezes, ripples on the pond, anticipation. There are life lessons to be gained through fishing, pertaining to success and failure, patience, and learning from experience.
And as great as fishing is, it’s even better with Dad.
My Dad taught me to tie a fisherman’s knot, bait a worm, cast a line and handle a caught fish with confidence. I have fond memories of those days, and they came back to me recently, as I watched this son and Dad fishing by the banks of the river.
My kids and me fishing at the local pond, way back in 1996. (Of course, I was on the other side of the camera, as usual!) I hope their memories are as happy and long-lasting as mine.
And one more thing: Thanks Dad.
Sony NEX 6, Lightroom 4 All photos © Ed Spadoni
Still with a sparkle in his eye. My dad (b1921) was a geek rather than a fisherman. No, let’s be honest, he was a nerd. But he taught me to think about what I was doing when I looked through the viewfinder, to think about composition and framing. I still shoot occasionally with the Welta Weltur he took to Letchworth for his honeymoon some 65 years ago. Thanks, Dad
No one dies who is remembered. Nice to hear that he will live on through you Steven.
Our memories are long lasting Dad! (except I try not to remember wearing a Taz hat and Tigger T-shirt…eek!). Thanks for everything! Love you!
LOL, thanks Claire. LY2, Dad
Nice post Ed. I went fishing with my dad yesterday.. first time in 35 years. We didn’t catch anything, except a few laughs and even more important memories. I brought my camera, but sadly my battery was dead and I didn’t know it. So no photos from our excursion to share. But I am sure we will go again soon! Blessings to you and your dad and every dad out there who is doing it right.
That’s great Rodney. Even without a camera, I’m sure you made some nice memories. Thanks, Ed.
A wonderful post! You are so right- No one dies who is remembered.