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.
9 comments:
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.
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.
aha!
'buddy' in the sky with diamonds...:{)
Andif,
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.
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).
dada,
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.
I haven't read that much of that poem in years. It was a pleasure. Thanks.
Fuzzy fingers. Nice.
Both of these guys are beautiful. And the photos are so clear. Look at those fishie lips and the beautiful fins.
Olivia,
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.
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