When golden hour came at our house last evening, Bill and I had just finished sitting out in the newly mown front lawn and had devoured some tasty burgers from Burger Dock take-out.
Yeah, we ate a bunch of those high-cholesterol fries doused in yummy sauce too.
That task done, he went his way; I, mine.
I don't know whose passion is stronger----Bill's for fly fishing or mine for capturing life and beauty of the rural countryside.
Whichever the case, we're catching stuff and lovin' it.
He always throws his catches back into the stream---in this case, Grouse Creek.
I bring my catch back home inside my camera, run upstairs and release them into my computer.
In both cases, when we hook on to something really cool, it's a great feeling.
I kinda figure that good lookin' mule over in Stockdale's field of daisies and grass off from Forest Siding Road topped my photographic lunkers during last night's golden hour.
I had to kinda hurry around the neighborhoods cuz our munching on hamburgers took until 6:30 so the golden sunlight supply for the rest of Saturday, July 18 was running down fast.
In Bill's case on Grouse Creek, that's just when things get start to get interesting----the evening hatch just before dark.
When the sun quits casting its rays off to the east, I simply put my camera on the passenger seat and drive home.
Sometimes, I come home with more than my limit of fun photographs; sometimes, not.
Last night's catch was kinda middle-of-the-road in quantity--- literally, in fact, with the picture of Thimbleberry Lane off Colburn-Culver and the neighborhood teens headed somewhere down Colburn-Culver not far from Evergreen Road.
I love taking pictures of developmental topics, like my pumpkin plant on this last year's manure pile.
I'm thinking by the time my cousin Rich (the Ethiopian Peace Corps volunteer who's now hiking the mountains of Colorado) arrives in early August, the pumpkin plant may be covering at least two thirds of the manure pile.
I told Rich he'd be parking his trailer out behind the barn not far from the manure pile but also assured him that there may be colorful posies and a pumpkin to hide the really earthy stuff.
He didn't seem to mind. So far, everything's on schedule out behind the barn, Rich.
On the developmental stuff, I've taken several photos of the old shed on the corner of Selle Road and West Shingle Mill Road.
That's the Pratt property, and the place quite often supplies me with some neat subjects, including neat horses, old tractors and that rustic shed.
And, if you're looking at that one photo with all those beams of light and wondering "what the heck?" that's in a small grove of apple trees over on Mike Spear's property on Spear Road north of Forest Siding.
For some reason, I have an affinity with those trees cuz they're so uniform. And, last night the sun seemed to like bouncing off from them during the golden hour.
I've never known what to call those abundant pink and white flowers that pop out about this time of year along roadsides . . . maybe wild sweet peas, but they sure are pretty.
My captures include Roxane Conrad's fence on Forest Siding and another fence on West Shingle Mill.
And, how 'bout that amazingly beautiful wine-colored tree over on Jacobson Road. Obviously a Melot and not a Chardonnay, like its sidekick.
Lots of "purty" stuff to be seen at "golden hour," even during a shortened version.
As usual, Bill has nothing to show for his evening on Grouse Creek, but that's okay. With him and most fly fishing anglers, it's the "journey," not the goods.
For both of us, we're doing exactly what we want to do and loving every minute.
Golden moments, indeed.
Happy Sunday.
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