The Bridge Material:Epic Prints As I came to the

As I came to the outskirts of town I reached the harbor packed with all these fishing boats seeking refuge from the fog and the storm that brought it there

This bald eagle was fishing in early spring on a lake in Minnesota when I managed to catch this photo as he swooped in for a midday snack of lake fish

The winds were just picking up and you could see things were going to get nasty

In the spring and fall we would fish for catfish with our cane polls and the worms dug out of the ground nearby

stealthy and purposeful

The Bridge Material:Epic Prints As I came to theEarly one cold January morning I decided to take a walk on a path close to my house. It had snowed about 10 inches overnight and I was the first one on the path. Having no other footprints in the path ahead gave it a magical look as if no one had never traveled this way before. As I approached this bridge which crossed a small creek Robert Frosts poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening came to mind. I spent several minutes just standing there