So, Today…
…We went to the Ballard Locks to see the salmon running. I don’t think there is anything in the natural world that has such an ability to depress me.
Anyway. Then we did a lot of picture organizing and an album to send to friends in Naples, then another whole disc of Lost while eating Thai delivery. A full day.
July 30th, 2006 at 7:12 am
What’s the depressing part? The futility of such effort to spawn and then croaking via starvation and flesh rot? You find that depressing?
July 30th, 2006 at 10:03 am
Well the exhaustion of it, the endless impossible work sapping the last of their strength and ultimately killing them, struggling struggling through endless currents always working against them and watching them through the glass, pausing in one step of the ladder waiting to get their strength back for another jump, and looking down on them from above, the power and flurry of a jump but they don’t make it, and they’re too tired to go again so they’re waiting below the surface and they’re all going to die, if they’d just gone into the locks on the other side of the dam they could have been raised by us without any effort, and just swum away. You want to gather them all up and lift them to the top.
July 31st, 2006 at 4:47 am
And it’s all so pointless since we learned to farm salmon….
July 31st, 2006 at 9:19 am
Well they don’t know that!
No but seriously, you’re standing there watching them through the glass, and it’s just crushing.
July 31st, 2006 at 11:24 am
My salmon generally comes in a can but they say the farmed fishies taste is a tad “off”.
August 1st, 2006 at 12:56 am
Farmed fish can carry excess fat and you have to choose it quite carefully. Anything fluorescent is to be ignored too.