Again, I think it was one of those moments when, if a child had been crossing the bridge, he or she would have asked me, “What are you looking at? What are you taking pictures of over there?” But adults, for the most part, tend to be more polite or simply distant. So, while I think I stood there quite a while in that spot on the bridge that crosses the Mystic, I only received sidelong glances. No one asked me any questions. No one came over to peer over the rail where I focused my camera. What would they have seen? I suppose a dead fish floating in the shallows is not the most enticing sight but I’m telling you … in that sunlight in those moments as its form rose and fell with roll of the water, it was beautiful.
