Pigmented ink on prepared canvas
31 inches wide x 22 inches tall
Scored edges
Limited edition of 30
Signed and numbered
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When I was a kid in New England I discovered topo maps. It took me no time to figure out that the thinner the black lines, the more interest they held for me. And the thin blue lines—brooks—were the most interesting of all. These waterways strayed through dense green woodlands and fields with old oaks. And their beauty too was that they were off the state’s trout stocking schedule, so no one fished them. On an April morning—the day of my first high school baseball game—I rose early and fished alone a secret farm pond with my fiberglass rod and Medalist reel and caught a true trophy native brookie on a hand-tied Mickey Finn streamer. On the path home I met my Dad at a creek crossing and he asked How’d you do? I reached in the back of my mail order Bean fishing vest and showed him.
