Photographs from a fishing trip to Lake Berryessa 12/28/2020. We didn’t catch any fish.
Photographs from a fishing trip to Lake Berryessa 12/28/2020. We didn’t catch any fish.




































The incredible nostalgic quality of the photograph. At 36

The more I learned about photography and expression through visual communication the more I wanted to rush home and reexamine the world that created me. It wasn’t the act of photography but the new way of communication that I had never really understood before. Why wouldn’t I want to take pictures that would remind me of some of the happiest moments in my life. To record them in a way that relies less on fading memory but gives me a tangible thing that I can revisit and reexamine and I can share with others a slice of the human experience and hopefully communicate something they hadn’t thought of or had seen before and pushed a little self reflection and creates a connection between myself and the audience. I remember fondly when I was a child my father catching some crawdads in the creek that ran by our town. So when I had the chance at 36 to catch some crawdads with my dad I made sure to bring my camera. I’m not trying to reconstruct my past in any way. I just wanted to make something that would spur such a good memory from my childhood and now connect it to something positive in my present.

By john kraintz
44 pages, published 6/10/2020 A day trip to the Sierras for trout fishing. A reflection on our connection to the Earth.

The spot
It is the spot
The place
The hole
Where the fish live
Where I return
Time and time again
I will travel great distances
To return
To that which connects me to the earth
Food
Fish
Life
And
Death
Hook
Line
Sinker
