As I was going through very old folders of picture after picture this week-end, sick and weak and unfocused, I came across these rather silly images dating back to the Little Cayman days, circa 2001, when my first digital camera – and its underwater casing – were changing my life forever…

Don’t read too much into it. There is no deeper level, no hidden philosophical layer, no key to grasping the very meaning of life. It’s just childish. I love animals and they consistently manage to make me laugh and feel lighter on my heavy throne of human despotism.

Where the real brain is – Shot at arm’s length
Harold scratching underwater fleas off Ben the Grouper
The late Porter, every 20 pounds of him as fearful as Estorbo’s