Lady Bird Lake Looking West

I liked this view so much (photographed on a recent hike), I went back to photograph it again. It took me two sessions to get this photo. For the first session, I arrived just after sunrise to take advantage of the Golden Hour. Or so I thought. What I got was a bank of grey clouds. I could see hints of blue skies and white clouds peeking through every once in a while, but the morning clouds insisted upon hanging around, getting thicker and darker. I stayed there at least an hour and a half photographing grey skies and grey water over and over again. I went to an appointment and returned to the site later in the morning. I was concerned that by then the sun would be too strong and the glare on the water too bright, but the sky and the clouds cooperated.

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When I was there the second time, a fisherman, David from Smithville, and I shared the space near the railing. He pointed out to me the perch swimming near us.

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David noticed there were two perch (Cichlid, I later found out): a male and a female. Parents, it seems, to a very large brood of baby perch. They were guarding them from predators, mostly other fish just a few feet away. Cichlid in Lady Bird Lake (2)

I just knew I’d never be able to photograph the school of baby perch due to the color of the water, the tiny baby fish size, and their dark color, so I didn’t even try. But when I got home and looked at the fish photos (taken before I saw the baby fish), there they were, right under the daddy fish. Or maybe it’s the mommie fish; I don’t know which is which. The baby fish are the dark lines under the fish head, spreading outward.

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My original photos weren’t anywhere near this good. I can thank Lightroom for its editing features (the few I know how to use).

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A Journey (2): Fiction Friday

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo. This week, our host inadvertently posted a photo already used. We have the choice to post our original story or write a new one. I re-read my story from February 2016. I liked it; I’m using it.

Photo copyright Al Forbes

Photo copyright Al Forbes

A Journey

You either knew or you didn’t, Jordan thought. Anyone asking him a question starting with “Why do you?” usually didn’t understand his answer. How do you explain passion to someone who lacks it? It is invisible to them, even when right in front of their eyes.

He earned his living as a mechanic, classic cars his specialty. He loved the freedom to follow the road, to go when and where he wanted. His prized possessions in tow, Jordan merged onto the highway. Something just over the next hill was always beckoning. He enjoyed life as a journey, not a destination.

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