A long, chilly, wet, but successful day fishing. We got our limit of six Northern Pike. With five fillets per fish, enough meals for many days. The above diptych was made yesterday. I believe I have three more to make, but I am much too tired this evening to do a good job with a very delicate and attention heavy process. I am quite fond of the painterly look of emulsion lifts, but they are a lot of work. Ready for a hot bath, equally hot tea, and to continue my current read ("The Sound and The Fury" by William Faulkner)
"Years of love, followed by heartache.
Those are the years that define me.
Those are the years that know love's eternity