here fishes...

"...where are you?"

the wind was ruffling his red hair - the sun glinting off it... he was scampering around with this stick - longer than he was tall - trying to twirl it around in the air and then dragging it into the lake as though casting for fish... stretching, stretching and stretching some more, and calling to the "fishes..." kind of like i do to the geese and the ducks. too precious for words. he was with his dad - just the two of them on an afternoon outing, spending time together.

a special day for a father and son.

happy day.....