The Take. A tap, a smack, a pull somewhere from deep below or up on top. The rod bends, the line stretches, the pulse quickens. The swirl at the top, the first glimpse. A routine fish or an epic memory unfolding? How nice if one can take in the beauty, the angles ‘the moment’ rather than only worry about the mechanics of it all. The water’s surface is always a changing canvas of motion. Here a beautiful disruption between shadows and light, on the edge of giving delight.