The Alabama River glides gently under the historic Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Alabama, as sunset nears.

When I was a kid, my Daddy used to take me fishing under that bridge. We were fishing and golfing pals. He was always eager to take me along as long as I could be still, and more importantly, be quiet. Now that wasn't easy, but I adored him, and I aimed to please.

I remember coming into our large kitchen one day where I found a giant catfish laying on the counter, gasping for breath. Naturally, I filled the kitchen sink with water and eased the catfish's head end into the sink.

Daddy wasn't very happy with me that day.


Big Sky


Jasmine Hill

Messing About

Wild Things

Now You're Cookin'!

Selma, AL

Les Fleurs

Singh Ray Filters

My Caprice