... 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.
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| The Waimakariri Gorge bridge (originally built for rail, now a road bridge) |
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| The intake |
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| From the intake |
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| Graffiti tryptic |
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| Framing the up-river |
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| Up-river from the Gorge (yes, the water really was that colour) |
Oh, and when I left for home, two fishermen arrived and cast their lines just downstream from the bridge. I wonder what their luck was like?
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