My husband loves to fly fish. Some days, he literally stands out in the freezing water from 8 am to 8 pm just for the chance to reel one in. Me on the other hand, I can hardly sit still long enough to learn how to toss the line so instead I photograph the scenery...the beautiful wins, the tragic losses and every moment in between. Fly fishing is such an art and I really admire him for the patience it takes throughout the day. It's a stillness I've yet to master but one I sure hope to embrace one day. Enjoy these stunning fall day shots from the Honey Hole in the North Georgia mountains.