Something is always happening on a river, even if you never see a BWO or rising trout, or invest a couple hours fruitlessly stripping a streamer.
Moving water is a dynamic medium, and just like no two snowflakes are alike, I’d venture it never washes along the shores of the Upper Sacramento exactly the same way twice.
When the fish aren’t biting, these things occur to me, and I noticed the water right at my feet glinting bright gold. The overhead sky was reflecting blue onto the flatter water, but the low-on-the-horizon sunlight blasted the far shore, so any water rearing up even a little bit burned bright gold.
A few frames and a little contrast enhancement later, the Underground offers you close-up photographs of one man’s home river – abstracted blue and gold:
See you on the river (looking at my feet), Tom Chandler.
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