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what'cho lookin' at?
I'm not gone! Really I'm not. I just got a bit behind. But I've now put up entries from the 22nd on, beginning here.
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on dry land
Last week's Photo Fridaychallenge was foreign. I missed the cutoff but found myself thinking about the subject anyway. To me, foreign isn't necessarily about a language or culture not our own, because those are native in their own environment and we become the foreigners. But a boat in the dry California hills? A stranger in a strange land, a foreigner, lost and adrift. Maybe it can learn to float on wind instead of waves.
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swarm
They came right up beside the boat, lured by the rain of fish flakes. Jack smelt up close.
I chose this image even though I have ones that are technically better -- sharper focus and so on -- because I thought it captured the motion and the chaos of the cloud of fish surrounding us.