Remains of a King
I’m in the process of creating a Facebook fan page. I’m taking a break from that to upload a few photos from Saturday. Dad and I were looking for salmon and steelhead up and throughout the canyon, where November skies brushed the foothills with a white powder. We never found any steelhead, but we did find chinook, just not in the form we had visioned.
November rain filling empty stream chutes and beds.
No salmon here.
We live in a mossy state.
I felt like reaching under that rock, but thought better of it.
Proper way to tow your camera and additional lens. Great on the neck.
First dusting.
It kept getting stuck.
Salmon territory.
Leftovers from a spawned out celebrity of the northwest. Favorite photo of the day.
Everywhere, dead salmon wrapped and snagged on rocks and other obstructions.
Jaws. Remains of a king. Just not in the form we were looking for.
