First of all, I'm not morbid. I do like dark things, but when it comes to life and death, I find no humor. I was at the lake today and noticed a fish laying on its side. When I leaned over to photograph it (thinking it was dead), it flapped and started swimming around.
Thinking he was just having some fun with me, I continued to shoot.
Within moments, many other fish came around him. He had an audience. But something started to look odd; he floated upside down a few times and went motionless, only to splash and swim around again.
I finally put 2 and 2 together and realized he was dying. I also found it endearing the other fish which surrounded him seemed to be there confused and trying to help.. When he went under, they came close to him as if to nudge him.
In the end, the fish passed, and the last frame is that passing, with his friends beneath him. They lingered for a while and then moved on. The last goodbye had been said.
Although sad, I felt privileged to be there.. As if I too were saying goodbye to an old friend.
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