Saturday, December 8, 2012

My Annual Migration

I’ve lived at least a few thousand miles from my hometown for going on four years now, but have returned during each of the past winters to spend the holidays with family and friends.

A midnight suicide run to the tributaries of the great lakes has become a tradition.  Late December isn’t the most productive time on those waterways, but the weekends spent on them with my brother and Adam, and occasional guests like our friends and fathers, result in some potent memories.

I’m drawn back for many reasons, but the scenery, moments and fish captured in the images below will explain better than my words ever could.



































3 comments:

T.J. Brayshaw said...

I'm coming to your house for Christmas.

fishermanrichard. said...

Oh to be young again, with both knees in good condition. Oh to be young again without the back pain from years of wading in cold deep water. Oh to be young again my boys, and not feel the cold deep in my bones.

Great blogging thanks.

Arizona Wanderings said...

Awesome photos.