Fishing seems an inevitable part of a boy’s life if he spends anytime outdoors. While camping, before the breakfast links and hashbrowns had settled one morning, my son wanted to get to the creek to fish. I remember feeling the dew on the grass and watching him confidently finding his spot. More than anything I was glad to be spending time with him. In private collection. Acrylic on pressed paper board, 10 by 8 inches.
