Man Fishing And Dog You Don’t Stop Fishing When You Get Old You Get Old When You Stop Fishing Poster

I spent my childhood in Bluff, a windy town at the bottom of New Zealand and at the bottom of the earth. Bluff is named after a ridge overlooking the harbour. From there I could look out over the vast expanse of Antarctica. Icebergs and wastelands are far away, 1,600 miles away, but I still feel that land is very close to my eyes. Antarctica always appears in the rocky waves that bring the cold of melting ice, and the hot-tempered yellow-eyed penguins nest along the protruding land of the sea flapping their wings to express their anger. and rush towards me when a curious child like me disturbs their nest. From the windsweed outcrop of the sea, my childhood grew up watching whales raise their eyes to look for water cannons to signal or the shadow of black whales as they swam across the Foveaux Strait since May. until August, looking for breeding grounds.