That’s my feeling for just about all outdoor activities these days. If I really want a trout to eat I can walk down to the river in an evening and catch a nice one, otherwise I just observe what’s around me.
I love the rushing waters you show us – snow melts, waterfalls and such. But quiet, reflective pools like this are equally beautiful. For some reason, this reminds me of Van Gogh’s garden at Arles, or perhaps even better, Monet’s at Giverny. There’s a lovely impressionistic feel to it.