Jerry Sandusky, climate change and a fisherman walking the Sea of Gallilee...because all of those grim, overwrought interpretations tell the viewer of this image who he/she is;
someone who's standing while two seated generations get their sticks nibbled; erect, as though poised to take action or refrain from decisive action at a perfect moment of insight,
epiphany. A little Mahayana/Hinayana friction creeps in around the soul of democratic governance as freedom and equality contend with one another for extinction and suicide
as epitaph for a race of jerkoffs that fished for insults and ended later than it should have.
These were not my first impressions of your arresting, pristine photograph, but they grew on me over time.
This centered, symmetrical arrangement of elements reads like a parable, placing responsibility for action in the image on the visible components -- and responsibility for corrective action
on the invisible viewer, whose ability to effect change in your photograph, in your photography and in the future of our world is equally humbling. In the case of this spectacular, topical,
fascinating photograph, I wouldn't change a thing, although bitch-slapping the crap out of the human race seems like a real good idea.