When I'm at my desk, I sit next to a sad little aquarium, with a rotating population of fish. Here last Feb. an orange fish supported the one with black tail and fins, a support fish I called it. They weren't even the same species, but the black tailed guy wasn't feeling very well.
A boy with a big fish! Sepia Saturday has given me such a good prompt. Too bad nobody I know snapped a picture of anyone with a fish they'd caught. (Besides a facebook friend who had caught 2 or 3 nice whoppers in his pond this week...but it's his story, not mine!)
How about M. C. Escher for a few fish?
And then there are commercial fishermen, who go out off the Outer Banks of North Carolina, and truck their fresh catch to Asheville, where my friend, Roger, picks up his haul and sells at several Tailgate Markets all through the spring, summer and fall. He's selling still at an indoor market locally in Black Mountain during the winter also. Whenever I can afford fresh fish, I am so happy to buy some. I once asked how the fishermen catch the swordfish that he sells, as I only know of it as a deep-water fish that is line-caught. He wasn't sure himself.
A friend lives on Hwy 9 south of town (on the Daniel Boone Trail) and has this in his back yard. I just was trolling through (sorry about that) some old photos, when I found these shots...of a trout farm which is no longer in use.
Whoever built these stairstep pools was into the decorative arts as well as raising trout.
OK, that's enough for this week! I'll have another post on next Saturday, for you to also chase the meme and see what the other Sepians have come up with.
The title comes from one of the book’s chapters, in which Carson paints a picture of a future spring morning without birdsong. “No witchcraft,” Carson writes, “no enemy action had silenced the rebirth of new life in this stricken world. The people had done it themselves.” Rachel Carson in Silent Spring