ISO 400 | 32mm | f 4.0 | 1/640 sec

Riding in the sky with my head above the clouds, there’s a peaceful hush that surrounds and insulates me from the hectic rush of everyday life.  Though the regular hubbub of humanity and daily traffic continues down below, the chirping of birds and the gentle whispers of a southern breeze can be heard overhead.  In this place of solitude and quiet respite, it’s hard to conceive that so many people are running against the clock to meet the daily quota.  To think that while others below scramble to earn their wages and I’m up here fishing, what irony.

Fishing is a pastime suitable only to those with great patience and an attitude of persistence.  Any fisherman will tell you that there are no guarantees with fishing, and it’s almost impossible to anticipate what you might catch with the end of your line.  Sky fishing presents it’s own special set of challenges, and unfortunately most catches are hardly worth saving.  A guy can spend days in the sky fishing and never end up with a decent catch.

Naturally, all of us have our stories of the ones that got away, and we’re often left wondering about what might have proved to be the best catch of the season.  As I recall previous fishing excursions, I can’t help wondering what I might have managed to add to my collection had it not been for my line snapping or a sudden gust of wind carrying my precious catch away.  One can never know for sure, but I always look to my next catch as being the zenith in my sky fishing career.

But regardless of the outcome, I’m still glad to be able to ride the skies and rid myself of the hectic mindset of the rat-race, if only on occasion.  You never know what might be on the other end of that fishing line – that’s what truly keeps it fresh and exciting.