Black and White Photography Blog, Vol. I

Considering that there was only one decent snow this winter — I think I caught my quota (I think that’s fisherman talk…) or is it allowance.  Not that I know anything about fishing - but isn’t there a similarity to shooting?  The one time I went (daycamp) I managed to hook the seat of my pants like in some oldtime comedy.  Well - Jewish kid from the Bronx.  Unless it’s been smoked, or put into a can, I don’t recognize it as being a fish.  As a matter of fact - I used to wonder where those Lox fish swam anyway.  I was in Paris when they served me a fishy with the head still on — ugh.  The poor thing was staring at me so hard I had to cover it with a napkin.  Okay, so I went from winter shot of the Metropolitan Museum to Paris fish heads.  I think that’s enough of a segue for one night.