We're all just being trained to touch that blue ball, with fish as a reward.
I visited Ocean Park in Hong Kong the other day and saw some wet things. Here they are:
We hide from the world, perhaps sticking your tongue out at it.
Sometimes I want to cuddle on a stoop, allowing hundreds of mainland tourists yell at me to move a little. In due time my friends, I shall be your Prada bag.
I dropped my lens cap into a turtle pond. I had to take a picture of it.
Said turtle pond.
A forlorn wooden fish.
I didn't name him. He lived in the shadow of another fish with flashy jaguar print.
A pretty blue monster.
Brain coral!
My favorite shot: A hammerhead leading an army.
Grubb and a Camera 