A few months ago I went up to North Dakota to see my brothers D and M, and to go fishing with D. It turned out my mom and dad also visited at the same time.
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| D's son in the Dutch shoes I brought them to display at Christmas |
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| On the way to the river to fish. I think the Red River |
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| D caught a big catfish |
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| Another fish from the same river |
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| Back from the river |
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| Off to a lake. D and I both caught pikes. My dad would have caught one if I had been better at netting it. |
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| Making admiration |
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| Making admiration |
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| Fishing at another river |
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| A series of shots of a wood duck duckling, lost or abandoned by the mother. |
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| A series of my dad catching about a 20 pound carp |
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| My dad wearing a shirt W made for him, titled "The Book of Manhood," and including the imperative: "You most love hummingbirds." |
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| A pike i caught at Lake Ashtabula one evening |
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| Shoreline |
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| Fruits of a day's fisihing (at the river with the duckling and at Lake Ashtabula) |
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| Reenacting a picture that D's daughter was once in. I'm standing in place of D's daughter |
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| A few shots from a 13 hour fishing trip on Lake Ashtabula. Lots of bass caught and a few pike. I caught a big bass, from my fingertips to my elbow in length. |
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| D's son making a face similar to one that his great grandpa Keith used to make |
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| A skateboarding dog across the street from D's house |
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