i was trying to write about a flicker wing that sort of disintegrated on me this week, and the scattered parts found their way into several different photos. i was struggling to describe this in an interesting way, when steve walked by my computer and said, “hmm. wet flies.”  by which he means not drowned insects, but trout lures. there is no open water anywhere around us. the windchill is 19 below right now. he spent all day in his office, looking out the window while his tax clients handed him w-2s and 1099s. now i know where his mind was.

flicker feathers

saint paul, minnesota