But, a fishnado didn't work. My technique wouldn't spin the water with the added weight of the fish...and of course they swim upstream...
So I switched to jars and glasses.
Was standing in line a Whittaker's buying a bag of three dozen minnows. I'd kept my foot firmly planted on the accelerator chasing images and was deep in thought about how I was handling the subject, lighting, thinking about what else was possible, et. A guy in line started talking to me about the White Bass beginning to spawn, how many I would probably catch, if the rain might affect their biting, how good they would taste fried. I couldn't have tracked less if he had been speaking Chinese. Fishing....fishing. I know I know what that is... All of a sudden I realized, MOST folks buy minnows to FISH! NOT for photography with a god-awful retrograde 8X10 and ridiculously big sheets of film! My paradigm shifted without using the clutch.
Such a strange life.
The minnows go in a deep pool in the branch of the Blackfork that I live on. I dump them in and they totally disappear. So far, I've dumped two bags- 72 minnows in the creek. I never see a one after they hit the water. Everything is a mystery. Just have to navigate anyway.
Back in studio. Had a new thought about a tornado image. We'll see if it works.
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