Saturday, October 8, 2011

saturday

For some reason my future-phone's camera is only taking pictures in a pinkish sepia, not the colors that usually cause me to whip out my camera in the first place.

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But of course it also means that in reflecting on the images later I appreciate the light that much more.

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This spunky guy lives at a client's house. I have had many fish in the past and I find them to be (fairly or unfairly) somewhat lethargic creatures. Yet this guy swims right up to me as I begin to dust the mantlepiece and opens his fishy little mouth.

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Again and again. And he swims all around, follows me as I move, and apparently watches as I vacuum the floor below his lofty perch. He has a such wonderful energy that he makes me want a fishy friend of my very own.

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And I suppose through the magic of drawing-on-the-easel, I do have a fish of my very own, in a way.



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