This was shot outside of the Great Lakes Aquarium in Duluth. I almost missed these guys as we headed back to the car (where we had to PAY FOR PARKING. In Duluth? Madness!) I got close and took a series of shots of these fishes, fixed into the rock outside.
I then got up, and while trying to exude my suave, hip, photographer persona I tripped over the rock and crashed down onto the gravel in front of my gypsy-leprechaun paramour and a group of other tourists. I, like a protective mother bear, took most of the damage, but my poor Canon got nicked and received its first battle scar in a less-than-dignified way.
