Some dives are more successful than others for the hunter.
Back in my gun-nut days, I used to shoot just about anything that moved. I drew the line at humans and barnyard animals.
Actually, not much has changed except I traded my Marlin Micro-Groove .22 Magnum rifle with the 9x scope for a camera. It’s much easier on the wildlife and quieter too.
I’ve been trying to shoot this critter for several years. Not the fish – the little parasite on its head:
The fish is an Epaulette Soldierfish (Myripristis kuntee). He (it’s a male) would be about the size of your hand. What is interesting about him is the isopod parasite attached to its head.
I’m sorry that I can’t provide the reference (mind rot), but I distinctly remember reading an article in Scientific American, or New Scientist or some other rag that revealed an amazing fact.
Female soldierfish show a much higher selection preference for males that are carrying the isopod parasite on their heads. My sketchy observations lead me to think that about one in ten males in this area are ‘carrying’.
This leads to the sad conclusion that there are a lot of lonely-guy soldierfish out there.
If that didn’t amuse you, maybe this will:
I call it the Giant Poisonous Gumdrop Nudibranch. That’s just a pet name. I can’t find my nudibranch book, so I can’t give you Latin today.
If you went into a fancy candy shop in Vienna and saw this on the shelf as “Vanilla Liquorice Paradise” you would probably try one. It does look delicious. I have not sampled.
The next photo is of my favourite fish. Not this individual fish. I mean the Silver Sweetlips in general. Anything named sweetlips can’t be all bad.
The silver sweetlips will let you swim right up and flash your camera right into his eye – without a flinch!
This one has a little cleanerfish doing its business. A few seconds before I took this shot the cleanerfish was in the mouth of the sweetlips. That’s me. Always a little off time:
I’m working on a collection of photos called “Nature’s Fabric Designs” (really). I’m fascinated by the repetitive but not quite perfect patterns that I see around me.
Someday I will sell my collection of nature’s patterns to a famous fabric design company and I will become fabulously rich.
I’ll throw a big party.
You are invited.