Hm....fish
the fruits of the sea and madly picturesque and jolie laide...
so beautifully laid out here in Essouria where they'll cook one up for you just caught from the ocean.
They set out in little blue boats
full of important equipment
and mend nets.
The sea, like the fish, is beautiful and
frightening at the same time. Here a poor dead fish in Sidi Ifni.
and more strange creatures on the ground.
Here a silver of sardines -- much bigger than the horrid little canned ones we were forced to eat as children.
More silver creatures in Ifni
and pink ones too.
A rather different life from Rupert Brooke's philosophical English river dwellers:
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,
Dawdling away their wat'ry noon)
Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear,
Each secret fishy hope or fear.
Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;
But is there anything Beyond?
This life cannot be All, they swear,
For how unpleasant, if it were!
Fish, fly replete in depth of June
Ponder away their watery noon
