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To me they look as urbane and aloof as the subway riders of any metropolis. A gull stares at a cell phone, the other, a newspaper. Perhaps the Cormorant needs only a cigarette. The roar of the sea can be as loud as any incoming train. They will rush and push ahead just as any commuters when the opportunity arises.
Somewhere between the Aidirondacks of New York and the Green Mountains of Vermont.
Will you venture in?
Here a Humpback Whale in the throes of expression...splashing and clapping and making interesting whirls in the water. These Whales are known for their vocalizations songs that are reportedly the most complex of any animal known. They also team together to make nets of bubbles to catch fish. Who knows what other ways they play, communicate or express with one another? Jackson Pollack of the sea? Immersed in his own painting? They certainly know about flow and probably rhythmic dynamics.
(Whale Bones on the grounds of the Wellfleet MA USA Audobon Society) In the 19th century whales were hunted for their oil which was used to fuel most lamps and even lighthouses. They were also used to make buggy whips, corsets, fishing poles, and for anything that we currently use plastic. Today there only 3 nations that actively whale. Humpbacks of the kind featured in most of the photographs I have taken are increasing their population while there are still many threats and many other species face decline. For more information seeThe New Bedford Whaling Museum and The World Wildlife Fund
Water has so many dynamic possibilities...waves, foam, and glimmering light.
The Old Harbor Life Saving Station located at Race Point in Provincetown MA.USA. Such stations along the Cape are said to have saved over 100,000 lives through the years. The web page included in the link above has a map of the many scores of shipwrecks on the cape. There were also shacks filled with provisions for survivors who washed ashore.
Here lies the The Frances or what is left of it, not so much to see. What is interesting is that it went down in a gale one December off the Head of the Meadow Beach (Truro MA, USA) in 1872, and reemerges from time to time at low tide. The captain and crew were saved by men in a whaleboat, though the captain died of exposure a few days later, the sole causality. It was a German boat made primarily of metal, and bearing tea to bring to Boston. That tea must have lost its flavor long ago. Henry Thoreau wrote in his book on Cape Cod that scavenging cargo washed ashore from shipwrecks one of the major occupations of inhabitants of the Cape as there were so many. "Finders keepers" was written into the law.
Life may seem like an endless beach party, basking, frolicikng and eating lobster for the Grey Seal of Cape Cod. If so, it is also fraught with moments of fear and terror. There are also propeller strikes and shark attacks. Cape Cod has become home to one of the largest populations of great white sharks on the East Coast and the surfers that thronged to the beach are largely gone. When I was a boy, I remember my father saying that fisherman shot the seal because they ate too many fish. Now with protections and success they face other problems. This poor fellow appears to be recuperating and I can not guess what made the marks on his side.
There is so much moving and changing along the shore. It is not only seawater beating against the sand but freshwater is moving from the land underneath. At this beach, The Head of the Meadow, In Truro MA USA, the configuration can change day to day, and year to year, depending on weather and the tides. Seeming ponds and rivers open up. A shipwreck from the 1870s appears and disappears. There is so much water and sand moving around that this area is known historically for its shipwrecks that got caught under shifting circumstances.
Henry David Thoreau who walked the length of the beaches of Cape Cod in the 1850s compared them to a great garbage dump. Everything washed up. You could also call it a restaurant, a meeting spot, a trading outpost. So much happens by bodies of water, civilizations meet, discoveries are made. Many species gather to find sustenance. It is also a place of transformation and change.
A humpback inclines its impressive form toward the depths below. The transition is seamless and almost silent. Stellwagen Bank MA, USA.
When a whale beats his drum: it's the sea. Here the result of a humpback whale jam session. His eight foot flipper resounds on the water.
Hola! Shalom! Humpback Whales will raise their flippers in the air, (this one about 8ft tall) and vigorously slap the water. This enthusiasm usually take place in the presence of other whales. While naturalists don't exactly know the reason for the behavior, I was lucky enough to observe this on a recent trip to the Stellwagen Bank off the coast of Massachusetts.
Visitors to the New Bedford Whaling Museum in New Bedford MA USA.
Humpback on the Stellwagen Marine Mammal Sanctuary... Off Cape Cod MA USA.
Crows also like to watch the sunrise at the beach in the morning.
This Piping Plover is very fleet of feet and doesn't mind getting his toes wet!
Mom and a few of her friends. Birds of a feather as they say!
It sounds like a like a Marvel Sequel. The star is definitely a superhero. His super powers? Patience, and a keen sense for fish.