The adventure begins with a fishing/photography trip around Algonquin with my Dad. On a crisp morning we set out in a canoe to catch the sunrise. There was no wind, the air was still, the water calm. As the sun rose reflections of the autumn colours shone bright around us. Truly idyllic conditions for photography. With Dad at the stern and me at the stem we headed straight across the lake. We were searching for a decent fishing spot for Dad and photography opportunities for me. As we paddled we could hear a pair of moose calling off in the distance.
Once we canoed across, we found a small inlet where a pair of loons happened to be. My Dad was hopeful bass might also be in the inlet. After many casts and only one bite we focused on the loons. They too were fishing as they dove under the surface again and again. The waterfowl did not shy away. Eventually they were diving and popping up close to us. At one point I had my camera trained on a loon that had come up at the prow of our canoe. "Get ready" my Dad whispered, "here comes the show". Sure enough, the loon gracefully rose up, flapped its wings and shook itself dry. My shutter clicked in quick bursts to catch the elegant display. After we left the inlet I showed my Dad the photos. We saw "the show" and I got "the shot". Elated with our morning thus far, we continued on around the bend. With my Dad as an exceptional sterner I composed many wonderful sights on that lake. Unfortunately, not one fish was caught. I won't forget that trip in a hurry!