Saturday morning's catch
'Twas a warm dawn for January, barely a cloud in sight. The sun rose like molten gold, and I was simply out on the gravel somewhere south of Granville. I think it's time I hit one good some morning soon. This morning's catch won't feed us supper. But I fool around a little, which makes photography more of a cheat than real fishing.
This one is filtered to make it look like a watercolor. Cliche' Iowa, I know, but still kind of striking.
Not much here really either, just some cross current lines that seemed warm. Hey, it's January--nothing's bitin'.