Little more than six months ago, I packed up all of my things and headed north and west to the TFFJ HQ. It’s hard to think that it’s been that long already. Time does fly when you’re having fun exploring, fishing and photographing in a new zone where the rivers and landscapes(not to mention weather) are completely new. While I’ve still got a lot of fishing ahead of me this year, the quick jaunts to the water that I’m starting to call home are almost finished for the season. There is still a ton of opportunity just a short drive away, it’ll just take a few more gallons of gas in the tank and hours behind the wheel.

I’ve been putting in some time towards my own photo editing lately, playing with images, printing hard copies and making puzzles on the floor, looking, rearranging and everything else good that comes with actual photographs. It’s really nice to see pictures anywhere but a screen.

I figured I’d share the bunch here. If you’d prefer to see the edit larger, please head on over to cbvphotographics.com where you’ll also find more than just this most recent group of photos.

Big thanks to Andrew Grillos, Evan Slater and Jeff Galbraith for taking me fishing and Scott and Brandon at The Confluence Flyshop in Bellingham, WA.

Enjoy…

Cruising around looking for ole’ sowbelly.

The Samish floodplain has great light and cool sloughs with great juvenile salmon habitat.

Hiking logging roads with pops was actually prettier than you’d think.

Bull trout are not afraid of anything. Thanks for the fly Dave McCoy.

Beach pursuits were fruitful, at least in color.

I’m not sure what happened to the rest of this truck, but hopefully they’re ok.

Marv Elliot, a rad guy to run into on the river.

This is some of the only proof I have that steelhead exist, so I have lots of time to put in.

Chum salmon do exist.

Lots of rain, wishing it was snow.

I’m amazed at how the rivers are shaped by big rain events.

More riverbanks, as I have a fetish with the intersections of water and land.

Not my camp.

So many great boats.

I failed miserably at cutting a plug, but managed to catch a Chinook salmon. Beginners luck, I think.

So much wood, so many trees.

Getting into arts and crafts.

Urban wetlands inbetween Whatcom Creek and the car dealership row.

The magic hour of great light and color is markedly longer, this far north.

Great Blue Heron signs.

The Nooksack River.

Calendar pin up frame … felt kinda dirty afterwards.

Drinking juice in the hood of South Central Wash-tucky.