My son Brad near Greenbriar, in the Great Smokey Mountains Nat'l Park. He loves to fly fish, I love to take pics, so it works well for both of us to go fishing. Brad didn't know that he was being photographed. The fog is the real thing.
The mildest amount of blur, lackluster composition, a capture that's oddly quiescent in the context of fly fishing. Don't you have another where the rod is raised and the line is whipping back or forward? There's potential here, but the scene needs something.
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