It’s just one of those evenings. Quietly strolling along the river bank waiting for fish to rise, cool beer in one hand and camera in the other. The sun gently falling in the sky, reds, yellows, oranges and pinks lingering in the afterglow. The tall grass and rush tips ever so slightly brushed by the light as it disappeared over the horizon in the distance.  This is by no means a perfect photo but as a direct response to that which I was surrounded by at the time, a snap-shot of the end of a beautiful late summer’s day. Once the sun had finally dropped out of view the air became cool, for the first time in months I could see my breath as I exhaled. What can beat an evening spent with nothing to occupy the mind save the hopes of stirred water and a chance to outwit those that glide beneath… We wandered back to the car empty handed but content…