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This is the same fish as my last post, but taken straight-on, highlighting just how tall and thin its body is...
A distinctive fish, it is called a Lookdown (selene vomer), probably so named because of its very small mouth set low and large eyes set high. It can grow to a maximum size of 18 inches, though most commonly they are 8 to 12 inches in length.
I had the joy of visiting the Shedd Aquarium in Chicago on April 8th, 2016, and I thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear-stained eyes
Don't be surprised,
When a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
~ Waters - 1979
A thin layer of fog settles over one end of the lake. The Julian Alps rise in the distance. North-central Slovenia.
Thin fog filtering the fall light over the Hirzel. The leaves are starting to chage, and the morning light is wonderful with the fog rising from the valleys in the morning.
With a late winter's sun illuminating the front side of this mallard drake and reflecting him onto a thin sheet of ice, he tucks his bill into the feathers on his back for rest and warmth. Maple River State Game Area
A thin red line on the horizon marks the finality of the setting sun. If you look carefully, there's also a red halo encircling the space where the sun has just been. Photo taken last year at Lake Erie in Northeast Ohio. No Photoshop was used on this image.
I used to have a very analytical approach to writing. In my old way of thinking, you started at the beginning and concluded at the end. That kind of thinking tends to really stymie creative expression. Much the same as getting so mired in the technical aspects of photography that you lose sight of the goal. I vividly recall sitting down to write something, and totally bogging down attempting to write the perfect lead sentence in my head. Sometimes 45 minutes would tick off the clock and all I had to show for it was a blinking cursor where the first letter was yet to be typed. A total exercise in frustration that in itself was guaranteed to inhibit further progress. Somewhere along the way I decided to just hurl myself at storytelling. Literally just jump in somewhere and allow it to go where it would. It's not unlike my approach to photography and I think sometimes it's why I'm able to mesh the visual with the written narrative. The act of writing has become less about thinking of words and more about trying to limit the torrent of thoughts that seem to appear on the screen. Of course some days are better suited to creativity than others. Sometimes I just want to go mow the lawn or do something physical rather than mental, or find a task that requires little thought. I see this as a way to recharge the creative batteries. Invariably once I engage in a non-creative task, my mind begins to go into overdrive, as thoughts and ideas swirl about. Sometimes things gel; other times it's a simple phrase or meme that gets stuck in my mind. Sooner or later it will find an outlet. I'm often amazed at how these little flicker narrative spin up, seemingly out of thin air. Once a photo posts, I just sit down and bang out some random thoughts with little or no forethought. It just goes where it goes in the five to ten minutes allotted to the task. I find any more than that and it sounds over worked and not spontaneous. If there's a tie in to the photo, great. If not, still great. In this case, I was walking around in my backyard yesterday now that the snow is melting. The area is littered with debris and fallen branches and limbs. Edging may way into the woodland, I came across some frighteningly large bits, ones that surely would have caused injury or worse had they landed on someone. Each year I think all the deadwood has fallen, but each year more is produced. It's a cycle without end. Anyway the deadwood meme is what stuck in my head and it reminded me of this scene at a local abandonment. I recall gravitating to the fallen branches protruding from the snow. It was a visual subtlety that greatly enhanced the mood and atmosphere.
thin cracks in dryed clay
Cracks on the base of the master model for the Sisyphos casting tool after demoulding from the new build mould.
I was so glad it was a sunny day when we toured Lower Antelope Canyon, because the incoming sunlight works magic on the tones and hues of the canyon walls.