While driving down a rural winding road last week, on my way from
shooting pictures of little leaguers playing baseball on the same open hilltop where I played as a kid, I thought I’d stop by another place filled with a few childhood memories.
I walked under those old towering pine trees that I remember my
grandfather saying he helped to plant when he was just a young boy. As
I stepped out onto the dry rocky shoreline, I noticed the hot July sun beginning to set and two fisherman to my right - what appeared to be a father and a son.
So I walked on up and said hello.
The man standing there next to the young, wide-eyed boy said he was off of
work for the week and planned on spending the days just fishing with
his son. I probably spent about a half hour there in the fading light, just talking and taking pictures.
As I watched, I couldn’t help but think back to when I was the eager
seven-year-old fishing with his dad. And how maybe, one day, I’ll be the
one tying on those hooks.
All images copyrighted by The Evening Sun – Brett Berwager