On a foggy early morning at the end of July I returned to Round Lake hoping to make a worthwhile photograph. The air was still, and the fog was dense over the water. There was a distant boat (barely visible in the second 'graph in the upper left hand corner) cradling a couple of no doubt sleepy fishermen, but nothing else stirred even slightly. Making these two images was one of those pleasures that fisherman and photographers find the most gratifying. After patiently waiting, there's a 'bite' on the line.... and on the imagination.