... but not as you know it.
Although I am no fisherman, I have often thought that photography must be a little like fishing. Whatever the skill of the one with the rod and line, some days are successful and others are not. There is an element of luck - or at least there are forces at play beyond our understanding (perhaps that's the definition of luck).
So, like the fisherman who has missed the 'big one' (again) but comes home with a satisfying bag of fish for the kettle; an hour spent at the river yesterday bagged a clutch of nice pictures suitable for printing, even if not splendid enough to displace those occupying our limited wall space.
|The Waimakariri Gorge bridge|
(originally built for rail, now a road bridge)
|From the intake|
|Framing the up-river|
|Up-river from the Gorge|
(yes, the water really was that colour)