This story is about family, about spending time together, about life being short and other good feelings. My dad used to love fishing and skiing. In the winter, he would go fishing on frozen lakes. It was so relaxing for him, and I will never understand how he could stay in -20 degrees Celsius, dressed with lots of clothes, and sometimes catch a few small fish. Only a fisherman will understand.
Anyway, those photos I took last fall, when my dad came from fishing. He waited for me and my son to come to his house and look at the fish. He kept them alive in a bucket and wait for his nephew to see and, then, he explained to him how he got them and what he will do with them.
My son loved it. It was a great time for all of us. Alex (my son) will play with the fish and my dad will clean them for my mom to cook. I was watching them and had an amazing feeling.
Before my mom got to cooked the fish, I had time to play with the fish in my own way. Enjoy the photos! Natural light , around 11 am (not a very good hour for photography ) in my dad yard.
I will always remember my dad and our time spend together. Last time I saw my dad before he died, he just cut a fish in pieces and my mom cooked fish for my son. Alex will go to my mom or dad and scream “fish”, till he got a plate of small fish, crunchy with a garlic sauce.
I have lots of memories with my dad, and all are so great. I am just sad that he couldn’t stay more with us so we can make more amazing memories. He will be so missed!
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Beautiful photos!
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Great reflection and beautiful photos!
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As always, love to read your posts. So real, so touching
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It is so nice to have those memories and as time moves forward you will remember more & more of such moments with fondness. Sorry for your loss. N xx
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these don’t look like any fish we have around here. what are they? i’m not a fish person, so excuse my dumb question. A couple of years ago, I stocked a few of our ponds with a mix of breeds to ‘balance’ the ecosystem – well that’s the plan anyway. Should be able to fish out of them this spring! Ice fishing is for tough people! Great photos!
I am not a fisherman so I had to look on internet about name of this fish: barbel or chub. I remember my dad telling me about this fishes, but I am not sure which one is it. I like that you have a pond.
Beautiful images. Beautiful thoughts.
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Thank you for sharing your memories and beautiful photos.
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So touching and beautiful memories. Love the pics too!
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What a sweet post!
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Your photographs are absolutely beautiful!
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Beautiful photos of the fish. I lost my dad this past year too, so this post touched my heart.
So sorry for your lost!
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Loved the story and photos. Glad you have those memories. I’m so sorry for your loss.
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Great photos love them ! 😊
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This brought back memories of the wonderful river fish eaten in Romania. I did manage to find a carp here in the UK for Revelion (New Year’s Eve), I even photographed and posted about it, but delicious as it was it couldn’t compare with one freshly caught from the River Prut. I ‘liked’ this from my photo blog too – just for the superb photos.
My dad used to love fishing at Prut river. He will go there for 1 week just for fishing and silence.
Beautiful photos and moving writing.
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Hi! I noticed that you liked my first post on My Aldi Cookbook. Thanks very much for that. I will be adding more everyday.
I really enjoyed reading a few of your articles. I am not a photographer but I understand that taking photographs of food must be difficult. It’s not dynamic nor responsive to instructions.
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Thank you for sharing this beautiful and touching story
Your page is great. I will follow your advice on food and photography!
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My dad passed away when I was sixteen, so this really rang true for me. We only got to go fishing together a few times, but our time of peace and connecting was playing crib. I never beat him, not once, but I wouldn’t have traded any of those losses for the world. Thank you for your story.
You are welcome.I got to fish with him, but I have no patience for fishing, so I end up just wondering around.
Our dads! Always with us, even from the sky or wherever…but always with us!
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A lovely story, and lovely photos. What kind of fish are they? It is wonderful that your father got to share his passion with your son before he passed away, memories like those stay with you for life. My love for cooking definitely came from my grandmother. xx
Thanks for the like on purepabulum.wordpress.com by the way 🙂
Barbel or chub. I don’t know very much about fish.
Love this! Sounds a lot like my childhood memories at the Finnish countryside, fishing and finding all great produce from our nature!
Love the pics too!
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I am glad to see a food blogger who is preserving family food memories because it is important to share them with our children. Children with good memories become better adults!
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great shots of the fish. i’m sorry to hear about the passing of your dad. may in the future you get to have new experiences with your family, involving fish/fishing, to keep your fond memories of your dad alive.
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Beautiful you have to read this!
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