Fishing Trip

I went on a fishing trip at my dad's friend's house. It was a beautiful pond. A crystal clear blue, with Bass, Blue Gill and Catfish.
I personally love this shot of the fishing pole, as it sits in wait for the strong tug of a cat fish from the bottom of the pond.
There was some excitement, as is expected while wrangling fish out of the water with clear string and a long stick... My little brother's line broke. I happened to be walking by with the camera bag tethered around my shoulder, when he was attempting to fish his broken line out of the water with his pole. It was so close to the bank, that I jumped into the water, without thinking, then sank down to my knees in mud. I was under the impression that the ground below water level was solid, I was mistaken. To top events off, I was unsuccessful in retrieving the line.

Yet, later that day, there was a tug on my line. As I reeled it in, it broke. While staying dry this time, I stood on a rock, grabbed the line, and started wrapping it around my hand, so as not to lose the lure. I did not expect there to still be a fish on the line. As I pulled it closer, it became harder to bring it in. Lucky for me, it was a very small bluegill, nothing big enough to cause harm to me. I was convinced that what I had just done, was in fact, true hillbilly hand fishing.

 Here is one of the catfish that my little brother caught.

He was very proud.

Maramec Springs and Sparkles

 I went to Maremec Springs Park last week with family members.

Here is a photo of the water, with my youngest niece's sparkly shoes hanging over the edge. We had both sat down to feed the fish and take pictures.

 

There was a fountain near where we were sitting, and I was lucky enough to get this action shot.

The rush of the water and the thrill of the waves beating on the still water...

 The water was just beautiful in this area. Somewhere between teal, and aqua. The still bright green grass setting it off.

The fish appeared like sharks in this photo, waiting for someone to throw food in. There was always a scramble whenever a small morsel made it into the water's surface.

Great Party Last Night...

There was a great party last night, but I woke up this morning with two tattoos. There is one on the back of my hand, and one on my chest. My family came over around three, including my two nieces, who are two years old and four years old. We had mashed potatoes, corn and chicken for dinner. After we all ate and the guys shot guns outside, I practiced swing dancing in the front yard. I taught my brother in law how to do a knee lift.

Just last Friday, I learned rock step, knee lift, hip step and Aeriel. I tried to learn torpedo, but it didn't go as smoothly as other stunts. I practiced an Aeriel over and over again so many times that I was beginning to feel sick. I enjoyed swing dancing, it was much different then the English Country Dancing that I am used too. What I loved most, was the movement that goes into the girl's hips. There was one couple, that were so graceful they seemed to glide wherever they walked. It was beautiful, I spent the night striving to feel the beat of the music and get the rhythm to move my feet.

When we went back inside the house, there was guitar playing while the girls and I got tattoos. They were covered by the end of the night. We all had salted caramel ice cream when we were done. The girls decided to see who could poke at the ice cream when I wasn't looking. Sad to say, I was out smarted by the two year old.

 

My two year old niece insisted on a Boots tattoo on my hand.

My four year old niece, thought I should have Dora on my chest, near my neck.