FLIPPING THE SWITCH


Standing waist deep in water, which included 12 inches of pond mud, I looked out over the expanse of lily pads before me. This particular end of the pond was the shallow end of the impoundment created by a small barrier wall and culvert, all done in the name of flood control. As were most of these suburban ponds or lakes in the area, they were greenways created in the process of diverting runoff away from the multitude of subdivisions. Fortunate enough to have been raised away from any sense of development, none of it screamed "fishing water" to me