After fishing

I had just returned to the shore after exploring the lake on a motorboat. The sun was quickly setting and a fisherman pulled in with his day's catch. I knew i had to act fast and couldn't wait for him to unload his catch and then shoot. I kindly requested him to wait for a few minutes till the water became calm and he agreed. The window was still small as the orange in the sky even though seemed to linger for long, but its intensity reduced constantly. As fate would have it, the village folk had set fire to a heap of cut, dried grass and wild weed and that smoke added to the midground well.