Not every winter flounder likes to bury itself in the sand. Some get adventurous. This one, like many guys, refused to ask for directions and found himself upstream in Destruction Brook where he got lost in the reflections.

I first caught sight of him while studying ripple geometry last fall and over the early spring he became my "Flippin' Founder." Kidding aside, since becoming a member of the Art Drive I have started to see fish shapes, scales and fin patterns everywhere.

Long ago I knew that this ripple would be a fin, and the image below would become a scale.

Of course there was a steep learning curve from imagination to execution- but what fun along the way!