Atlantic wanderer, traveling Florida to New York.
Identified by its freeze-branded “56″ dorsal fin.
Visiting boaters for twenty years, a loner,
old, at 45, unseen for several years.
His freedom lures us into the water.
Staring out to sea this rainy afternoon
from a rocky American Atlantic jetty east
to the French lieutenant’s woman, her jetée
of things thrown oceanward to help hasten
beach erosion, long shore drift, tragic affairs.
This railed rooftop platform seems more 19th-century,
but on this New Jersey 21st-century day,
no mariners’ wives watch for spouses returned,
no Captain’s Walk atop their terrestrial homes,
searching the horizon for ships long overdue.
Cape Point, South Africa - Where the Indian and Atlantic Oceans meet.
On one of the remotest islands on our planet, thousands of miles from the nearest continent, tens of thousands of baby albatrosses lie dead on the ground, their bodies filled with plastic from the Pacific Garbage Patch.
Returning to the island over several years, our team is witnessing the cycles of life and death of these birds as a multi-layered metaphor for our times. With photographer Chris Jordan as our guide, we walk through the fire of horror and grief, facing the immensity of this tragedy—and our own complicity—head on.
Lightning Over Water
at a distance is beautiful and silent.
No thunderclap. No danger to the observer.
As a child, I…
just watching the waves
Snow on the beach always surprises me.
So sand-like in its flat, reflective colors.
Winds blow it…
Listening to the Whales
Did you know that whale’s have ears? Did you know that whale ears have earwax? Turns out that they…
convergence on Flickr.
the edge on Flickr
Not a mountainside. Just a two foot beach wall from high tide. Seaside Park, NJ
Washing away the sins…. photo by http://www.zavesmith.com