I got these shots at the mountain bike race yesterday. Nothing too amazing, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

Strange how it reminded me of my fishing days: getting up way too early on a cold Saturday morning, putting on too many clothes…then scouting for a nice spot, unpacking everything and hoping for a nice shot. When nothing huge bites, you venture off to another spot, hoping that something big will happen, and when that fails too, you try the spot everyone said would work. As you get there, you realize that it’s too late in the afternoon already – the sun’s too high and it’s getting too warm. You suddenly realize exactly how much clothing you brought, and regret it when you try to pack everything back in the now-way-too-small bag. and then you head back home, reminiscing on the conversations you had and the nice scenery, almost forgetting that you took any pictures.