Out here, more than any other place I’ve watched sunrises this year, I am frustrated by the limitations of my camera. It cannot fit enough sky into its frame. The colors insufficiently match the subtle transformations from pink to fuschia to silver white and salmony orange. Colors dance across both sea and sky, and the camera cannot capture the dance.
(view from inside my living room - 5:10am)(nonetheless, I am overwhelmed with excitement about the beauty of the photos that I DO have, and I apologize for inundating readers with the endless gallery showings on these island mornings. I can’t help myself!)
The stillness of the sea last night was uncanny. It looked like a glassy lake on which you might want to go water-skiing. This morning was still very quiet, with a hint of texture.
Seabirds continue to give me a small thrill almost every time they pass, which keeps me thrilling through much of the day. Cormorants remind me of Olympian athletes, particularly when they pump their powerful wings in a pair, in unison, soaring just inches off the surface of the water. They could be a pair of racing skaters, or a pairs rowing team in full sprint.
Gulls simply glide and soar and swim through the air. They truly make the air look like a different element – their own element without question – in which they may sweep past me in their aquatic ballets with effortless grace.