When you photograph things, sometimes you never know what you get. When I was a kid and went to a photography conference with my father, I remember a wizened old photographer with a goatee tell a story in his speech. The movie story is of a bored fashion photographer who wanders off from his models photoshoot and goes around the city photographing random things. He chances upon lovers in a park and takes their pictures. When he returns back home and prints the images in large sizes, he sees a dead body in the distant background of the photograph and the killer. And that is the beginning.
When I was busy photographing the sunrise, I missed the charming aquatic being in the foreground.