When out fishing, I always enjoy that early part of the morning when sunlight -- if there is any -- breaks through the trees, slowly transforming my view of the sky, landscape, and water around me.
Along local creeks like Limestone, I look forward to finding fishing spots near cedars -- taking in their rough-hewn bark, outstretched branches, scent, and the way their gnarled roots are sometimes exposed, clutching eroding creek banks as the trees lean over the water.
If there are brown trout around, they are usually hard for me to spot, but growing light and shifting shadows can spook them, sending them shooting around the stream. On a good day, this allows me to see them, at least for a moment.
Morning light glances
Limestone Creek cedars — shadows
chase brown trout through pools
