The basement of time
"Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. " - Norman Maclean from one of the great American short stories.
Funnily enough he kept looking at me, like he was unhappy I was taking his photo.. I doubt he'd be unhappy with the result.