A Different Fish is a Metaphor - Photographic Reflections NYC

Central Park NYC

I was walking through Central Park one day, passing the ponds and I looked down. There were lots of very small fish just under the surface; a brownish colour. They were well camouflaged against the pond but there was this one little white one and it was right on the surface, almost as if it was like yeah, you can see me, I stick out, come try and eat me, I'm too fast. I wondered how long it would last before a bird (or turtle) saw it and gobbled it up. Then I remembered I'm in Central Park. This is New York. That little fish summed up the attitude of the City for me. It's probably opened up a vintage clothes store in Hells Kitchen and has all the other fish working for it. Sometimes I feel like the little light fish in the big dark pond and I remember, if you stick out, you might get eaten but hey at least they'll notice you. The metaphor is not about appearance. I am as ordinary looking as the next person. It's the attitude that counts.

Can you See it

Here's the fishes nemesis. But can you see it? It's a weird image for me. Someting so natural, so ancient in a manufactured version of nature, looking up at the bizarrre structures emerged from the ground like some enormous termite mounds. (If it had some imagination, I'm sure that's what it would be thinking.) I'll give you a clue, it's alive and it's near the front of the image.

The Engineers Gate - Central Park