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In 2015 I only took about 6,000 photo’s

In 2015 I only took about 6,000 photo’s, give or take a few. Which probably explains why I don’t have time to go back and play with them much.

Decided to start a project today. Went back to June 10, 2015 and a sunset storm I shot out at Silver Springs State Park that had some of the most amazing clouds I’ve ever seen. Took 209 shots that day.

I’ve set aside 6 single shots to play with, will probably go back for more. Also set aside 25 sets of 2 or 3 shots to make into panorama’s.

Picked out one of the simpler pano’s to start with. I try to keep the processing to a minimum and do my best to make it look like what I thought I saw. Then I turn it to black and white and make adjustments to that to make it have the same feel as the color shot.

We’ll see how this goes. Took a half hour to make the pano and get the colors the way I want. Took 7 minutes to turn it to black and white.

I need to retire and just play around. For just these 31 final images let’s say I spend an hour on each. It will take about 31 hours to finish this one little project. With a full time job eating up a good 12 hours a day, this could take some time.

That leaves me about 5,950 photos to go through and play with from last year alone. A rough estimate dating back to the year 2000 when I went digital shows I have about 25,000 more in my collection. Let’s say that only 5 percent may be worth playing with. That means I should be able to whittle it down to about 1,500 images to play with.

What am I getting myself into.

From here on I’m going to figure out how to make posts and galleries on my website for these. Might be a challenge. This site is reminiscent of the forums I’ve been leaving stories and pictures on for nearly 20 years. Takes no real effort on my part to put things here, it’s second nature.

For nearly five years I’ve had my eye on a paid theme called Photocrati that would work perfectly. That also shows how long I’ve been toying with the idea of making a switch like this. Each passing year has shown that my fishing stories keep getting shorter and the emphasis has been put on the images. I’ve always been image heavy, but now the images have a lot less to do with fish and fishing and the words keep getting fewer.

Well, I won’t fish again till the smallies start heading up the creeks some time in March. Which means I have some time on my hands till then.

But still, the thought nags…

What am I getting myself into.

What to do What to do

One of these days I’m going to figure out what to do with all these pictures I take.

I find myself out wandering just shooting with no real thought given to them.

Most turn out quite bland and yet, in my head is an image stew.

Back when I used to paint I used to paint images over images over and over again.

My head is telling me to start combining these somehow.

Orderly, abstract, disparate, just put them up together somehow, one after another, above and below each other, nice neat lines, sporadic and let the images figure out whether or not they play well together.

I open folders and browse, couple of seconds per image. Playing the possibilities out in my head. Putting things together. Rotating them. Flipping them.

I have a memory for images, not words.

I walk away and they keep playing in my head.

Wake up in the middle of the night and the slide show continues.

One of these days I’m going to figure out what to do with all these pictures I take.

If for no other reason than I need to get some sleep.

If I knew how to write, I’d write like Bob

I think from now on I’m just going to go wander around taking pictures and put them up.

Then I’ll peruse the writings of Bob Long, Jr. and borrow little snippets here and there.

String them all together and see how they sound. Maybe rearrange them a bit, change the order of lines or words.

Then I’ll be done.

Of course, I’ll give him credit for the words no matter how I rearrange them.

And they’ll still always sound good.

Autumn Silk #3

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Fish the Fox, it’s what I do.

And for the past 3 days I’ve been doing it fairly well.

Clients continue to blow deadlines, which leaves me with nothing to do. That’s a good thing. This time of year I feel an almost desperate need to be outside. The short days and low angle of the sun triggers everything to start dying off. I’ve noticed that the soybean fields changed from vibrant greens to golds and then brown in less than 2 weeks.

Fewer flowers to be found, but some behave as if the middle of summer.

Others are hanging on along with the duckweed, the last vestiges of a colorful summer.

The tall grasses losing their once crisp colors.

I’ve always noticed the spider webs become more numerous and thicker this time of year.

Once solid walls of green in the backgrounds have become more mottled.

The first touches of gold and orange are starting to appear.

Friends are feeling that desperate need to be out too. More requests come for get togethers and some times they happen.

For me fishing is a numbers game. I like to catch a lot of them and that I did. In those three days 104 fish were caught, but another 102 were missed. Like anyone else I like to catch the bigger ones and that I did.

But I’m also perfectly content catching the feisty little ones.

The haze and heat of summer is gone with winds and clouds blowing in from the north. With the lower angle of the sun the colors intensify and the sharpness of their edges are stark.

Everything looks crisp, clear and clean.

Even the fish are highlighted differently. Shadows darker, highlights bright white and colors that shine.

The last stretch of the river to be fished faces directly west. When not behind clouds the sun is blinding with its intensity doubled by its reflection off the water. The reprieve of a bank of clouds is a welcome respite, even if brief.

When the sun returns from behind the clouds, I just turn around now and then to get my vision back.

The last hour is the most active. The osprey will make one last effort to fly like a hummingbird while it decides where to crash into the water to try for a meal. A lone owl hoots on a distant island. Blue herons croak and move from spot to spot. On a couple of days an eagle drifted down stream. A couple of hundred geese return to the river with the night and dimples appear on the rivers’ surface while one of the last bug hatches of the year erupts off the river like a fog.

This is usually when I find a spot to sit still and enjoy the show. I caught all the fish I wanted for the day.

I read a book a long time ago called A Flash of Green. I have no memory of what it was about, my brain does that to me. I remember images that words paint, not the words. The image in this one is the flash of green that you can supposedly see as the sun disappears on the horizon. If you blink, you miss it.

I must blink a lot.

Match the Hatch

If you say match the hatch to a trout angler, they’ll immediately go sit alongside a stream or lake to observe the bugs that are rising from the water. Then they’ll pay attention to which one of the bugs are being eaten by trout.

Then they’ll catch a few of the things that are getting eaten and take them home. They’ll sit down at their fly tying vises and with a hook, some thread, possibly some feathers and a bunch of stuff they scraped up off their carpet, they’ll tie a pretty accurate imitation of whatever it was the trout were eating.

If you say match the hatch to a bass angler, or one who angles for anything but trout, they’ll go wander up and down the aisles of a big box fishing store. They’ll pull down off the wall a thing that looks like absolutely nothing that swims in water anywhere on earth.

Since Illinois is the only geographical place on earth that doesn’t have trout, I guess this is for the other anglers.

It’s very simple, throw something in the water that actually looks like something fish like to eat. I know wandering up and down the aisles of the big box stores is kind of intriguing, but much of what is hanging on the walls looks like nothing even remotely edible.

This may explain why 90 percent of the fish are caught by 10 percent of the fishermen. That 10 percent know what fish food actually looks like.

So following is a refresher. Rather than try to describe what things look like, which I have a feeling would be a waste of time, I’ve collected up some pictures of what is out there right now that the fish are eating. You should be able to print them out. Next time you go to a store, bring the pictures with you. Hold them up next to the things you see hanging on the walls and buy the things that most closely resemble what is in the picture.

It’s fool proof and in the long run will save you a ton of money and will catapult you into being one of those 10 percent that are catching all the fish. If after looking at these images you have any questions, don’t contact me. You’re hopeless and will never get it. At that point, go back to wandering the aisles and buy whatever catches your eye. I’m sure the pro angler behind the counter would be more than happy to help you.