I believe that everything starts by paying attention. Life is imperfect and any magical light we can bring into our day is worthy of our gratitude. Laughter and love, joy and celebrations slip into our lives with ease but learning to cope with the deep pain life brings to us is also necessary. I do this best with my camera, chasing down light, zooming in and out and pairing it all with truth. 

I live in Western Washington with my husband of 40+ years, in the home where we raised our three sons. We share that home now with our sweet beagle named Basil. 

Thank you so much for stopping by. 

 

 ©Cathy Sly 2017 

THE SHOP

A fisherman is always hopeful — nearly always more hopeful than he has any right to be.  ~ Roderick Haig-Brown
 

We headed up to Bellingham for the day. Those short little trips are something I really missed doing when we were east of the mountains; just a few hours on a Friday or Saturday, hanging and catching up. The weather was a gift, blue sky and warm enough I was walking around outside without a coat. Brandon had gotten up early and gone fishing, before work. It seems the Nooksack River is running well, and closing soon, so he is trying to get all the fishing in he can. We picked up lunch and met him at the shop

I can spend hours in the shop, not because I tie flies,  but because there are so many wonderful colors and textures to photography. I use to sit for hours, as a little girl, on my dad's lap at his tie flying table and help him tie flies. He would be amazed with the materials they have today. His little room was full of old coffee cans and jars full of feathers and hide, hair and hooks. 

The four of us sat at the little tying table at the back of the shop and ate and talked, mostly about the fish Brandon had caught the day before. Later he and Justin headed out to the parking lot to test drive a rod and Gary, Basil and I walked the docks, checked on Jordan's boat and enjoyed the salt air. 

He sent me this photo from the day before along with these words... "It is a wild female (hen) steelhead caught on the Nooksack River. We guessed her to weigh between 8 and 9 lbs. We took a few pics and released her." Look at that fly in her mouth! 

His smile says it all.  My dad is going nuts! 

right now there is chili on the stove 
and we will watch the Seahawk game in a bit
really the first one i have watched
(i don't like to get involved until they get close!) 
hope your Sunday is a good one. . . xooox 

BELLINGHAM

YESTERDAY