Thursday, February 12, 2015

Fishing in the slurry

The seagull stands on a rock, intently looking at the surf. The sea for a hundred yards out is a slurry of floating ice and thick water, due to the unrelenting cold. When a wave comes in, the seagull flies a couple of feet straight up, just out of reach of the water, then settles back down. The waves must be loosening food of some sort from the rocks; why else would the seagull repeat his dance over and over? Then it picks up a strand of seaweed and carries it out of sight. My guess is that there's a mussel attached.

Hard work making a living on the frozen ocean shore.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

(After)(Before) The Winter Storms

An interlude occurs in the endless parade.

                                                               The islands light up.

                                                 A few minutes later, the sky turns pink.

                                                                The following morning

Stay tuned for the next blast.