Distracted By Love

    

Zinging my muskie lure through the smoke-filled Canadian skies, I noticed I wasn’t the only one occupying the rock which I stood. And my lure wasn’t the only thing flying through the sky.

They say muskies are a fish of 10,000 casts, yet it was maybe only 137 when the fishing was put on hold. I glimpsed this least sandpiper making the morning rounds, clearly looking for something a bit smaller than a monster fish. Still somewhat confused on what I was, the sandpiper made its way around the rock peninsula turning every so often to make sure I wasn’t a threat. Some of the steeper sections of boulder provided unique frames with what I like to call a birds-eye view of a bird. Other jagged mini-peaks provided perch points for the little guy.

Though the encounter may seem insignificant, it was quite significant to the generation I consider myself a part of. A generation that some may say has a “focus problem.” A generation that grew up with bits of information being projected at us with every breath we take. A generation distracted by social media that creates our short attention span. Social media or not, I don’t think I’ve ever acquired a long attention span casting a rod with a lure on it. I like fishing, but I love taking photographs. So, I set my rod down to do something I love. Perhaps love can still get the best of anyone’s ability to focus. And I guess maybe my Canadian muskie will have to wait until I am more focused—undistracted by love.