Fishing season opened here yesterday with all the fishing fanatics camping and enjoying their campfires all along the Gorge, rivers and streams - wherever they will fit.
It was a fine day to be outside and get yard work done, but from my old fishing days as a kid on the Conestoga Creek in Lancaster, PA, today, cloudy and drizzly as the day went on, would have been better for fishing.
The fish have been coming up in the pond and I got a few pictures of the hungrier, braver ones that look for bread crusts.
These are the blue gills. The striped bass are bigger and shyer. You have to watch for them under the schools of blue gill. Usually too deep for me to get a good picture.
And the newts are around.
Anyway, I took some photos of the pond the other afternoon.
They almost remind me of beach pictures with the yellow hay looking like beach grass.
And the deep blue of the sky reflecting in the pond.
Feels like summer in the air.