The fog was set in hard on Saturday morning so I grabbed the X-E1, threw on my Aerostich riding suit and headed into Salem on the motorcycle. I was hoping to find the bridges over the Willamette would be interesting to photograph, but I found those to be a bit disappointing - it would have been better a few hours before lit with sparkling city lights. But, on the way back I came across this fellow, fly fishing on the banks of the Willamette. I gave him a nod, we shared a few words about the weather and I asked if I could take a few shots. Huge concrete flyways towered directly over head, yet here was the gentle motion of the fly, the whipping just barely audible over the bustle of Saturday morning traffic.