Stories from my Sketchbook . . .
Apparently there are no longer any fish to be caught in the Camden Haven River—at least, according to every fisherman I have spoken to over the past week . . .
‘Nothing down there’ . . . ‘fished out’ . . . ‘wasting my time’ . . .
And yet they continue to sit there . . . hour after hour . . . day after day . . . week after week . . .
Bless.
Sally says . . . eat, sleep, work, read, play, draw, bark . . . 