Fish Head

We have fish on the brain this week. More accurately, the fish keep finding us. It’s a little creepy. I shot this little treasure impaled with a stick in the parking lot of Goat Rock Beach. I imagine he wound up impaled on the stick by a child who found the skeleton on the beach. The fish-adorned stick made it all the way to the parking lot (probably after being thrust at a grossed-out squealing sibling more than once), when Mom probably said, “No way is that thing going in the car.” Moms can be such a buzz kill.

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