Weekend Road Trip: The Fishin’ Hole
A drive down a dirt road overgrown with tall weeds, honeysuckle, and goldenrod revealed an old water and rust-stained dam, a deserted factory engulfed in vines, and a secret fishing spot. In all the quiet it was easy to imagine smoke billowing from the stacks, water rushing over the dam, and a line of workers standing in line to punch a time clock. Nevermore.
Nice to put faces to some of the names I see. What gang sign is Mike Black flashing? 😉
Hey,Lee —
It was a GREAT Bouchercon…but I have to just make sure it’s clear to any outside observers that in that photo with Rhys I am drinking coffee, because I sure look like I’m high on something.
Your panel was terrific.
– Hallie
http://www.hallieephron.com
Great pics on this one, Lee. I’m glad that pic in front of the Poe room turned out okay 🙂 It was good seeing you there and I’ll hopefully see you at CrimeBake. Oh, and Edgar is also pleased with the pic.