Tuesday, January 15, 2008


This is a big fat lover.
Separated a few months ago, he had finally gotten over his sadness.
Today, a friend came by & gave me a clone of one of my anemones I had given him.
It`s generational.
Click on the image to see the good deal he got.
Talk of pink was overheard here earlier.
How about "Hot Pink"?
Ya wanna see hot pink.
It`s very small right now (the size of a quarter) but it will grow up & start cloning for me again.
I put a little something for dada, on Planet Earth.
For Nancy P, I left the pier you like, but it is a new day. I changed the sunset, to a sunrise.
It`s only a sunrise because I say it is, & geographically in relation to the view of the pier, the sun does not set in the east, nor anywhere for that matter.
I`m exhausted so I`m off to snoozerville.


AndiF said...

Umm, Head ... there's a fish in your sky. ;)

The little yellow guy looks very shy.

Oh and the reason I had to move the camera was twofold -- the clouds got heavier in the original spot and as the light changed, the color was better where I took the last spot.

Nancy P said...

Ooo, pretty. You can put the sun anywhere you want to, Knuck, if it's going to result in pictures like that. (It brings to mind, "In Xanadu did Kubla Khan, a stately pleasure dome decree.")

And I just love DSCN5498, the little yellow fellow so tenderly supported by those pink fingers.

dada said...


'buddy' in the sky with diamonds...:{)

Knucklehead said...

I guess that`s better than," uh, waiter, there`s a fly on my pants".
The "little" guy might possibly be embarrassed, because of his one inch length.

I get it now.
I thought you were going to be doing a panorama composite. My mistake.

Knucklehead said...

Nancy P,
"Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea. ...
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!"
Samuel Taylor Coleridge is one of my favorites & has been for over 40 years.
The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, which I think he wrote a few years before Kubla, is what cemented him in my memories.

It`s funny that you use, "fingers" in your description of DSCN5498. That is a soft coral, a leather, called "Fuzzy Fingers"(common name).

Knucklehead said...

It was another way to show that white dots can be a fish, or can be one hell of a blues man. They just need a background.

Nancy P said...

I haven't read that much of that poem in years. It was a pleasure. Thanks.

Fuzzy fingers. Nice.

olivia said...

Both of these guys are beautiful. And the photos are so clear. Look at those fishie lips and the beautiful fins.

Knucklehead said...

I usually can`t get that close to this one, but since the clone is in the tank, his protective instinct towards the anemone, overrides his fear of dangers.