RIGHT When I started this piece, inspiration evaded me. I sat on my tailgate down a dirt road and laid out this big piece of wood and felt the ease and familiarity of my tailgate desk. After a while, the clouds grew dark behind the truck topper, and I waited for the mountains to decide where the clouds were going to go. They sank in close, winds awoke, and rain turned to hail. I placed the piece on the bed of my truck and sat under my topper. The lines came easily after that afternoon. Photo: Emma Yardley 094 EMMA YARDLEY
The Flyfish Journal Volume 13, Issue 2: Page 94
