As I fished a small stream Sunday, while seemingly stopped in time for some moments I realized, or should I say brought that realization forefront while standing near some of the most pristine of waters, waters so pure and clear they almost are not there. It became quite clear in my mind that the reason for the beauty of this place and the wild jewels that call it home is the water.
In the series of photos I'll try to show you this beauty as it cascades over countless obstacles on it's journey to the sea.
In the pools and riffles of this stream I found a few willing brook trout. They were gracious to rise to a dry fly. It's so simple my friends....all that's needed is clean cold flowing waters.