Photography Thinks
So, we are having a problem. Fish die in our pond. The naturalists called it “Fish Kill”. What is causing it?
Dead fish lie on the grass. Birds congregate to eat them. Some birds eat the dead fish; others won’t. The expired fish smell, no wonder only the ones who like carrion eat them.
Could be algae, but they said no. Could be chemicals, but they said no. Could be a lack of oxygen, but there hasn’t been a lot of rain. Could it be global warming or climate change?
I see many people walking past my house in Valencia Reserve whom I don’t know. The other night, as I looked at a full moon shining through the trees, a man walked by. Compositionally, he made the frame. Three shots. Moon moved. He moved. I needed to adjust the exposure. I got it.
What’s your name, I asked. Ronnie, I live at 9163, around the corner. Printed the image. Put in his mailbox after wiping it down with my card. He called to thank me. I don’t remember ever seeing him, other than as he drove by and he lives 4 houses away.
There may not be many positive things to say about living in lockdown.
Meet Enrique Zuznetta, executive director of The Soup Kitchen of Boynton Beach, a privately funded place where people can eat and obtain supplies. Many bring food, thinking that is what they need. But the place also distributes clothing, personal care items and cleaning supplies.
To whom, you ask, does the Soup Kitchen serve? I never ask. If someone comes they get. But the people are financially challenged, unable to make ends meet. Some may not even be, well, you can figure it out.
We always ask his what he needs. He always says baby things: diapers, wipes, toys, baby clothes. He’d like to expand, but, as you can figure out, this is FL, a vast place with no heart and little charity.
Now, you could send diapers or wipes or a check to them directly by one clicking your Amazon Prime account or you could send them to me (9205 Clearhill Road, Boynton Beach FL 33473) and I will deliver them. The only thanks you get are the ones you give yourself for disinterested generosity.
Do a mitzvah today.
Julio manages the fish department at “The Boys.” Order dinner. No muss or fuss. He cooks the the lobsters and cracks them. We eat them. Eat in. Not cheap, but not outrageously expensive. No drinking and driving. Always a smile and always reliable. Still, you have to deal with the rabble at “The Boys.” Ouch.