where dappled fish
entice
and
nothing will suffice
but pickerel on rice.
(fishing shack on the meadows,
brattleboro retreat)
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15 comments:
Puttin' a worm on a hook in April is one thing, but staying hours in an ice shack in January, with the temps around zero??? Come on!
Birdman makes me smile! :o)
I was admiring the contrast between colors and the ice and trees in B&W.
A fishing shack?! How interesting and you surely can't miss it. :-)
Brattcat, I didn't have much time to take photos in Guimarães but still I have a few more I'll be posting on my travel blog. I will let you know. Today there are a couple of shots from another city up north.
Coming from a state where ice fishing is almost a religion, I could never quite understand the attraction. Some of the ice houses I've seen are quite elaborate numbers. The one you photographed (yours?) is quite colorful. Hope the ice is really, really thick!!
I have a good friend who lives here who went ice fishing in Minnesota a few years ago just to see what it was like. She said she's glad she checked it out but, would never go again. Way, way too cold.
kate, definitely not mine. i don't like to go out when it gets below 20 degrees. i can't imagine sitting on the ice for hours on end....brrrrrrr.
Brrr, definitely never understood the appeal of ice fishing, brrr.
Very good this pickled perch on rice. :-) I haven't heard the work, pickerel, for years.
Never did much like ice fishing ... much too cold and I'm not much of a drinker, so why sit out in the freezing cold waiting for the dappled things to take the bait.
Your beautiful visions of winter are helping to cool me down a little Brattcat. 42C predicted for tomorrow, I need more images of snow and ice pleeeeeease!!!!
Fishing shack? Is that where the fishermen hide, so the fishes wont see them? In a red shack???
What a wonderful photo of a slice of Brattleboro life! I have only seen the fishing houses once and am fascinated by the concept.
Bises,
Genie
This is a big surprise. I know about ice fishing in the midwest, but I don't remember seeing it in New England. Maybe I haven't looked hard enough. Of course, if I am in New England in the winter, I don't go outside in the cold very often.
I agree with Bird. That's some devotion to fishing there. Of course the Rouge makes it all so very charming.
V
We should call you the "Poet of Brattleboro", ice or no ice, your words are like music.
Beautiful post! I liked all these comments!
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