| Fish Heads |
This is what was left of a flounder after I had "cleaned" it. These remains were put in a bag a froze so that we could use the remains for bait
in a minnow trap on our fishing trip.
The lighting was good and I thought there was enough interesting colors and shapes to be worth a picture.
For those of you interested in anatomy. The little green bag near the top center is the gall bladder. The large yellow mass to the right is the
liver with hepatic portal vein branching through it. Below the gall bladder is the stomach covered in veins connected below that is a short
small and then large intestine. Then comes the rectum with an egg-shaped glands, probably his gonads. Then finally the anus with some
skin attached. The little white fluffy stuff under everything else are the scales that I took of the rest of the fish, before I cut him into steaks for
frying.
For those of you that feel this subject is not worthy of art I refer you to the great master Rembrandt "Carcass of Beef" Carcass of Beef which
hangs in the Louvre Gallery in Paris.
Pentax w10 27 June 2006
Thanks for the view.
PS.
If you think this is disgusting: "U' ain't no Fish Head" and you were warned.
in a minnow trap on our fishing trip.
The lighting was good and I thought there was enough interesting colors and shapes to be worth a picture.
For those of you interested in anatomy. The little green bag near the top center is the gall bladder. The large yellow mass to the right is the
liver with hepatic portal vein branching through it. Below the gall bladder is the stomach covered in veins connected below that is a short
small and then large intestine. Then comes the rectum with an egg-shaped glands, probably his gonads. Then finally the anus with some
skin attached. The little white fluffy stuff under everything else are the scales that I took of the rest of the fish, before I cut him into steaks for
frying.
For those of you that feel this subject is not worthy of art I refer you to the great master Rembrandt "Carcass of Beef" Carcass of Beef which
hangs in the Louvre Gallery in Paris.
Pentax w10 27 June 2006
Thanks for the view.
PS.
If you think this is disgusting: "U' ain't no Fish Head" and you were warned.
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We caught and released many gorgeous Speckled Trout and Red Fish, but the few that swallowed the bait too deep made the
best tasting fish dinner and breakfast that we ever ate. I could not believe the difference in fresh caught and what you get at the
store or the fanciest restaurant in the world. Don't believe any amount of money could buy a meal like this.
Sunset, May 28, 2006, Presnell's Marina, Port Saint Joe, Florida.
"Beauty is in the eye..."
Had planned on just catching and releasing our fish on this trip, however these Speckled Trout and Red Fish swallowed the
hook so deeply that it was futile to return them to the water. So we brought them back and had several wonderful days of fish
fillets.
Some have accused me of glossing over the realities of life with my many beautiful, idyllic scenes, sunsets, flowers, and such.
To show that I do see and photograph the other side to life and sports, like fishing, I am going to post three pictures of the
uglier side of life.
Hope it doesn't shock anyone to see a little real fish blood. This is what happens all time when we eat meat (maybe in the
kitchen out of your sight) but never the less it is there. It is a part of our life unless you are a vegetarian like my sister.
Picture taken during "Fill 'A' Sunset" May 28, 2006.
Had planned on just catching and releasing our fish on this trip, however these Speckled Trout and Red Fish swallowed the
hook so deeply that it was futile to return them to the water. So we brought them back and had several wonderful days of fish
fillets.
Some have accused me of glossing over the realities of life with my many beautiful, idyllic scenes, sunsets, flowers, and such.
To show that I do see and photograph the other side to life and sports, like fishing, I am going to post three pictures of the
uglier side of life.
Hope it doesn't shock anyone to see a little real fish blood. This is what happens all time when we eat meat (maybe in the
kitchen out of your sight) but never the less it is there. It is a part of our life unless you are a vegetarian like my sister.
Picture taken during "Fill 'A' Sunset" May 28, 2006.
| Beautiful Chest |
| The Artist Hands |
| Perfect Fillets |
I'm entranced at the poetry of motion in the artist hands.
I joked with Bobby that he was, "A real artist with that knife." He kinda smiled, but didn't say anything. I think he knew that I meant it as a high complement , even
though it sounded a little unusual. Not sure what he thinks of being called an artist. No motion wasted. No hesitation. No mistakes. Just fluid poetry with a blade.
seconds, and leave the skin and backbone so devoid of flesh that you can see light through them. For those who have never cleaned fish this may not sound the fish so
badly and left so much meat on the carcass that it made me sorry we had killed the poor fish at all. Watching Bobby is like watching a surgeon or famous the fish so
badly and left so much meat on the carcass that it made me sorry we had killed the poor fish at all. Watching Bobby is like watching a surgeon or famous artist. No
motion wasted. No hesitation. No mistakes. Just fluid poetry with a blade.
artist. No motion wasted. No hesitation. No mistakes. Just fluid poetry with a blade.
Had planned on just catching and releasing our fish on this trip, however these Speckled Trout and Red Fish swallowed the hook so deeply that it was futile to
return them to the water. So we brought them back and had several wonderful days of fish fillets.
Some have accused me of glossing over the realities of life with my many beautiful, dreamy scenes, sunsets, flowers, and such.
To show that I do see and photograph the other side to life and sports, like fishing, I am going to post three pictures of the uglier side of life.
Hope it doesn't shock anyone to see a little real fish blood. This is what happens all time when we eat meat (maybe in the kitchen out of your sight) but never the
less it is there. It is a part of our life unless you are a vegetarian.
I joked with Bobby that he was, "A real artist with that knife." He kinda smiled, but didn't say anything. I think he knew that I meant it as a high complement , even
though it sounded a little unusual. Not sure what he thinks of being called an artist. No motion wasted. No hesitation. No mistakes. Just fluid poetry with a blade.
seconds, and leave the skin and backbone so devoid of flesh that you can see light through them. For those who have never cleaned fish this may not sound the fish so
badly and left so much meat on the carcass that it made me sorry we had killed the poor fish at all. Watching Bobby is like watching a surgeon or famous the fish so
badly and left so much meat on the carcass that it made me sorry we had killed the poor fish at all. Watching Bobby is like watching a surgeon or famous artist. No
motion wasted. No hesitation. No mistakes. Just fluid poetry with a blade.
artist. No motion wasted. No hesitation. No mistakes. Just fluid poetry with a blade.
Had planned on just catching and releasing our fish on this trip, however these Speckled Trout and Red Fish swallowed the hook so deeply that it was futile to
return them to the water. So we brought them back and had several wonderful days of fish fillets.
Some have accused me of glossing over the realities of life with my many beautiful, dreamy scenes, sunsets, flowers, and such.
To show that I do see and photograph the other side to life and sports, like fishing, I am going to post three pictures of the uglier side of life.
Hope it doesn't shock anyone to see a little real fish blood. This is what happens all time when we eat meat (maybe in the kitchen out of your sight) but never the
less it is there. It is a part of our life unless you are a vegetarian.
| Fishin' N Heaven |
| Lookin' Back at Paradise |
| After the Mornin' Catch |
| Comin' N |
| Fill "A" Sunset |
| Inside-Out Flounder |
Photographed June 2004, a perfect day on Apalachicola Bay, near Little Saint George Island, Florida.
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