i especially love the photograph of the fish; it reminds me of being thirteen, camping near a river in the fall. the salmon were swimming upstream to mate, and i was in the middle of the river, standing on a rock- my foot slipped into the water and frightened the salmon, and, what felt like hundreds of them, threw their giant, slimy bodies up and out of the water, flipping and flopping around me until i fell into the shallow river. i was sure i would be transported upstream along with them, or perhaps eaten, but to my surprise, i survived (LUCKY).all images courtesy of margaret durow
