Cheyenne was having a really good time and I was bored so I fiddled with my camera's sepia setting.
I finished the paper and stared at the sky for a while and still Cheyenne was in the bushes rooting around and snuffling like a pig after truffles. Ooh look, I thought. Fishermen! I wonder what they look like drained of color...
It's a hell of a profile, a timeless scene of men hunting and gathering and killing wildlife.
I am endlessly fascinated by men who stand around waving bendy rods at fish. The fascination totally escapes me, yet I know I am the one who fails to understand something real and important because men come in their hundreds of thousands to the Florida Keys to stand around like this. 
And quite a few women too I am led to understand. For me it is sufficient to stand around and enjoy the view.
I finished the paper and stared at the sky for a while and still Cheyenne was in the bushes rooting around and snuffling like a pig after truffles. Ooh look, I thought. Fishermen! I wonder what they look like drained of color...It's a hell of a profile, a timeless scene of men hunting and gathering and killing wildlife.I am endlessly fascinated by men who stand around waving bendy rods at fish. The fascination totally escapes me, yet I know I am the one who fails to understand something real and important because men come in their hundreds of thousands to the Florida Keys to stand around like this. And quite a few women too I am led to understand. For me it is sufficient to stand around and enjoy the view.There is a fisherman in this next picture, his knee spoils the effect completely of the line of abandoned poles.
On the other side of the hill real world full color fishing looked like this:
I'm telling you, people love to fish.
On the other side of the hill real world full color fishing looked like this:I'm telling you, people love to fish.
3 comments:
I've never been to fond of fishing either. A lot of tourists come to Alaska to go fishing so I tried it when I first moved up here. Not very exciting.
Now dip netting, that gets exciting.
Greetings from the Hill.
A beautiful day in paradise,
a ten knot breeze in the keys...
'Whereas the thrice blessed residents
of the Isles of the Eternal Sun
believe it only fair and proper
to share their good fortune
they do hereby declare...'
Mad Jack...an Honorary Conch!
In the year 1976.
Have faith..I read Kunstler!
MJ.
Richard. I can understand not wanting to cut a hole in the ice to kill a fish underneath...njoy the daylight while you have it.
MJ- an honorary conch certificate will be our only line of defence when the time comes to put up the barricades!
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