It was one of those cold, wet, West Coast days and my buddy, Larry and I braved the elements to show my son, Gord some of our favorite fishing holes. We paddled canoes up a few creeks and pulled them up the shallow fast water. Gord survived a baptism of icy water through torn chest waders. At the end of the day I recall Gord's ironic comment, "You guys actually call this fun?"

Many years have passed and Gord is now a seasoned and experienced fly fisherman who teaches me a few things. A visit to Gord's will reveal gear, wardrobe, and boats to fish through sun, sleet, rain, hail, or snow on lake or river. My wife says that when Gord's not fishing he is probably thinking of fishing. We've spent many days over the years together in the wilderness enjoying the time with fishing rods in hand. I recall one New Years Day at daybreak in Haida Gwaii when Gord caught a steelhead on his own hand tied fly.

This one particular eve we sat on a log and waited for the magic hours as Gord explained the coming event. He told me how he loved the sky turning soft shades of pink and mauve as the breeze died down. The waters would calm and reveal trout rising along the flats at high tide. I listened in awe to this young man who wondered some years back if this could actually be fun. In a few minutes I gazed through tear filled eyes as my son cast his fly expertly to the cutthroat trout schooling around him. I observed an excellent fisherman with a knowledge of entomology and a great appreciation for the mystery of the natural world around him.

So this change of seasons, this Winter Solstice 2003, I am cognizant of the many turning points in my life and the love, joy, and, peace, that have come as a result of good choices.

Edition Date: December 2003
Artist: Roy Henry Vickers
Medium: Serigraph
Image Size: 7.5" x 13"
Edition Size: 150