I started to write about minnows yesterday, and then Kayak Camp and the underside of the bridge snuck in and said, “No! Write about us!” So I did. Today I shall try again.
After dropping off the kids, I loitered around to make sure all went well with them, and to enjoy the beautiful morning. My loitering point was a bridge under which the tide flowed steadily into Sengekontacket Pond. I was inspired to take a “shadow self-portrait”. These portraits are something I have done again and again over the years. I often take these because the background is what is actually interesting.
How often to you get to take a self-portrait with minnows in the background?
Sunlight passed through the bridge railings, making stripes of light and shadow on the water. Below were minnows by the thousand, schooling, swirling, and moving against the tide.
The contrast was delightful.
Ripples and occasional drops of falling water make the water act as a distorted lens.
While each minnow is almost identical…
Each minnow’s shape appears differently.
It’s another place, another world, down there in the water, down there in the home of the minnows. I can only imagine what life must be like for a minnow. I’m not going to trade in my lungs for gills anytime soon, but who hasn’t imagined what it would be like to breathe in the water as we breathe in the air?