I saw this group of cormorants off the coast of Oregon, framed by the tumult of the Pacific. It struck me how nonchalant their poses were as they preened their plumage in the midst of raging sea. Where we might crumble under the power of these swells, the pelagic beings thrive here, in a sheen of feathered wet suits. We’re tiny beings, really — we humans who claim dominion. We’re specks on a loom, where the feathered ones weave their patterns on waves … and fling themselves into the oceanic currents, in perfect rhythm with existence.
Photographed off the coast of Oregon at Cannon Beach.
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