Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Look who I met at the beach
My wife wrote a touching entry on our trip to the beach this past Sunday, so I'll say no more about the great time we all had.
I do, however, want to introduce you to the gilled dude (dudette?) that the kids found washed up on the shore just as we were packing up.
My long-suffering wife is used to my photographic fascination with weird stuff like this. The other beachgoers were, unfortunately for them, not. They stared at me as I gleefully waded into the shallow water by the shore and snapped picture after picture of the quite dead fish. The incredulous looks on their faces suggested they were all wondering what would possess a grown man to do such a thing.
I'm not sure I have the answer for them, since I'm not sure why I do any of this. I find it fun to take a contrarian view of the world. And I suspect that you'll all enjoy the results of my oddball photographic taste.
Your turn: So, am I nuts or what?