Dinesh's photos with the keyword: Your Inner Fish

The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never anymore the dead. The verses in it say and say: "The ones who living come today To read the stones and go away Tomorrow dead will come to stay." So sure of death the marbles rhyme, Yet can't help marking all the time How no one dead will seem to come. What is it men are shrinking from? It would be easy to be clever And tell the stones: Men hate to die And have stopped dying now forever. I think they would believe the lie. "In a disused graveyard" - Robert Frost

This figure says it all. iktaalik is intermediate between fish and primitive land-living animal

Here I show a fossil as it travels from the field to the lab and is carefully prepared as specimen: the skeleton of the new animal. Photograph -- courtesy of Ted Daeschler, Academy of Natural Sciences of Philadelphia