They call it a silver jubilee. I think it has something to do with silver being a metaphor for the enduring and precious nature of the relationship.

The harvest moon heralds the transition from the vitality of summer to the quieter, more contemplative phase of autumn and winter.

In the rhythm of casting and the stillness of waiting, fishing offers a unique canvas for camaraderie.

A brilliant writer, E.B. White once wrote, “The sea became my unspoken challenge: the wind, the tide, the fog, the ledge, the bell, the gull that cried help, the never-ending threat and bluff of weather. Once having permitted the wind to enter the belly of my sail, I was not able to quit the helm; it was as though I had seized hold of a high-tension wire and could not let go.”

People fish the Derby year after year, even if they don’t catch a winning fish. There is a sense of camaraderie. There is a sense of being one with nature. There is a sense of being part of a bigger story.

As darkness falls and the still water of the harbor becomes a place of wonder, the illuminated jigs transform the squid fishing scene into a mesmerizing spectacle.