One Evening on the Colorado River

John was fishing for flounder. One small one was caught, but the big ones were elusive.

The air was cool and dry--the first time it really felt like fall. The smell of woodsmoke drifted over from the fire pit across the way.

The fishing lights on the dock were turned on to attract bait fish which in turn attracts larger fish. John began catching small sand trout.

Occasionally he switched up his lure to find the one the fish liked best.

John continued to fish until he was sure he wasn't quitting too soon, and...

the mosquitos began to bite more often than the fish.

(Photographed last Friday evening at Pelican Point Boat Slips in Matagorda, Texas)