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						The title of this photo comes from the form of the fish 
						in the lower right of the photo.While photographing outdoors in the middle of the 2005 
						Florida winter, late in the afternoon,
 I was shooting with my Nikon D2H camera making hundreds 
						of exposures of the same subject.
 In this case it was a clear vase that was reflecting a 
						beautiful late sky, and the grass and trees surrounding.
 As always when I'm photographing, I focus on the 
						specular highlights that I can lock onto, and I begin a
 repetitive dance with the camera, moving the lens and 
						camera in a gyro-motion, definitely eccentric yet
 carefully controlled. Purposeful in attempting to 
						maintain steady, even movement while concentrating on
 the subject and the colors of the reflection.  
						After about 300 hundred exposures, I began to relax into 
						a kind of daze
 and began to loosen up, letting go of the tightness in 
						my wrists and arms, the way a potter lets go when 
						throwing.
 I had nothing more on my mind then enjoying the 
						afternoon, feeling privileged to be photographing with 
						wonderful
 light, great weather, and good gear and especially good 
						glass for the object to come through.
 
 After sessions like this, my course is to bring the gear 
			in, as by this time it's getting late, and then to begin sifting,
						wading through the hundreds and hundreds of exposures.  
						The exposures vary, but are mostly reiterations of what 
						was before and what came after, in terms of movement.  
						A slide show would seem as though the image was swaying 
						in the wind.
 Crunching through the images, suddenly one caught my eye.  
						It was different, unusual.  I pulled it up and out 
						of the rest by bringing it into Photoshop for a quick 
						edit, which was sometimes the way I worked back then.  
						As the image began to take shape and form through my 
						editing, I was astonished to find the fish in the lower 
						right hand corner just hovering there, as though in a 
						dream state.
 
 It's a Koi, I muttered, a Coy, Koi.  And I had my 
						title and a magical print followed.
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