I spend the day on the Skagit River watching my son, and other instructors, teach spey casting to other like-minded fishing people. I carry my camera instead of a rod, but just like the students I learn new things and have a very fun day.

My father taught all three of my boys to fish as soon as they could hold a rod and sit in a boat, just as he did me. It stuck with them however, and all three of them have had periods of time when they were deeply emerged in fishing. This son however, is still at it. I enjoy watching him in his element, teaching others to do what he loves. He is patient and lighthearted, bringing joy to his instructions. The river is high and lines are flying and by the end they all emerge with smiles on their faces.

I feel at home in this setting, and understand a little bit more why I am drawn to water and nature in my photography. I think of my dad throughout the day and wonder what he would think of this grandson of his, making a living doing what he loves. I also wonder if it is too late for me to take up this beautiful hobby. Thinking I might just ask for a few private lessons.