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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Very surreal, I love that wave.
Here in Florida I shall never look at a Cormorant again in the same dismissive way — They are amazing! Thanx for these stunning photos that prove it’s so!
Wow! I just love the illumination of the pale green water in the midst of the frothy white of the crashing wave highlighted by the craggy black rocks and the preening cormorants. (By the way did you know that when a double-crested cormorant opens its mouth, if the light is just right, you can see that the inside is pale blue.)
Larry, thanks so much for the kind comment. You know I’m a fan of your blog, even if I don’t get around to commenting as often as I’d like. You’ve made my visits to Union Bay that much more rich by your immersion.
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