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January 20, 2012

Floating Fish

Filed under: Robert Hoehne — rhoehne @ 08:55

“that’s disappointing” she said, then began to cry.

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8 Comments »

  1. Who is “she”, your daughter perhaps? I find the scene to be very fake, artificial, void of life (appropriately). And I mean it as a compliment BTW. The fish could have been a plastic prop. Your caption is an excellent companion to the picture. Great!

    Comment by Cem — January 22, 2012 @ 23:05

    • yes my 9 year old daughter Jessica, it was her fish. Thanks Cem.

      Comment by rhoehne — January 22, 2012 @ 23:34

      • BTW, I am truly sorry for your daughter for the passing away of her fish. My ‘great’ comment was meant for your picture as you can imagine and not for the event itself. A few years back, we have suffered a similar loss with a great titmouse chick in our backyard. If you are interested, you can read the story and see the picture I took here: http://www.openphotographyforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=8996

        Comment by Cem — January 23, 2012 @ 12:18

  2. I like Cem’s comment. I suppose this is the indoor version of photojournalism! It is unusual, both for the subject matter and because observations like this, and of this technical quality aren’t often seen.

    Comment by zavaell — January 23, 2012 @ 07:59

  3. A sad story Cem. But it serves to illustrate that life is not all fluffy bunnies. Life on our holding has myriad struggles that result in unpleasant endings – and yes, our dog had to be forgiven (after a good beating) when she killed ducklings before she knew any better. What is most distressing are the events that cannot be immediately evaluated, like why certain birds do not come to the bird table the following winter? Is their habitat under threat from more insidious forces for instance?

    Comment by zavaell — January 23, 2012 @ 12:49

  4. LoL. I think I am becoming a bit thick. I thought Jessica just thought a red fish a rather disappointing pet that you’d given her rather some little dog, or a pony!

    My daughters were never allowed pets other than two goldfish, one of which was called Longy. Guess why. I did let them have a pet rock called Ron. When the frost broke it in half, it wasn’t allowed indoors, it became the two Ronnies. Honest.

    I hope Jessica has now recovered. I believe having pets that die is good for child development. Longy died, my daughters got over it, I think.

    Comment by Rex — January 23, 2012 @ 19:05

  5. A very interesting picture – and the more so because the setting is synthetic and not natural, I think. The colours are bright and jarring and yet the death becomes obvious with a little viewing. Well done to think of taking and how to take the photo rather than rushing it to the bin.

    Our girls have mourned the loss of dogs deeply, but when we lost out first stick insect Naomi (the younger) rather than weeping expressed her delight that, ‘Now I can nsee how it works.’

    As well as Cem’s titmouse chick, I photographed some eggs that hadn’t even made it to hatching a couple of years ago – http://www.openphotographyforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=6350

    Comment by sojournerphoto — January 23, 2012 @ 22:25

  6. I appreciate the title and caption, especially since I’m not sure I would have immediately realized the fish was floating despite the lifeless feeling to it as noted by Cem. In my brief experience with Siamese fighting fish, they are not very lively to begin with unless engaged with other fish.

    Beautifully composed — the almost too bright colors are an interesting contrast to the story.

    Comment by Christina — January 24, 2012 @ 04:26


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