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Sunset, moon, and whales

Indira Ganesan, Humpback fin, 2014

Indira Ganesan, Humpback fin, 2014

 It was a perfect outing.  The Center for Coastal a studies held a sunset/moonrise whale watch the other night.  I attended with friends, met other friends on board,  and had friendly conversation throughout, interspersed with gasps of amazement as whales waved, rolled, and breached before our eyes.

we could on this trip never see all of a whale, only parts.  First, a flipper, a back, then a blowhole, and a tummy.  One mother appeared to train her young calf on how to slap the water and roll effectively.  Later, as the moon rose, a magnificent, as if overcome by the beauty or energy of the tides, as if moon-caught, moon-cow, breached the water, again and again.  I didn’t.t see his tail emerge, only most of its thirty-five or thirty-six foot body, and then with a splash of sea spray, the tail flicked and disappeared back into the sea.

if I am in the little plane from the Cape to Boston, I try to spot the whales.  I imagine them as large shadows.  Only once did I see one, and now I can’t recall if I just saw the blowhole spray, or if a part of it emerged.  There is so much we cannot fully see, and we are so much like the story of the three blind men touching an elephant and deducing that it’s part was the whole.

When we left the boat, we walked in and out of stores, and walked through the summer crowds.  On occasion, we would stop what we were doing, and exclaim, ” we saw whales!” We did.  We saw whales, a magnificent sight. We saw whales.

Indira Ganesan, whale spotting,2014

Indira Ganesan, whale spotting,2014

Indira Ganesan, Up!, 2014

Indira Ganesan, Up!, 2014

Indira Ganesan, splash, 2014

Indira Ganesan, splash, 2014

Indira Ganesan, adieu, 2014

Indira Ganesan, adieu, 2014

Indira Ganesan, That Moon, 2014

Indira Ganesan, That Moon, 2014

Approach, with mist, with expectation

Indira Ganesan, Summer in Sepia, 2013

Indira Ganesan, Summer in Sepia, 2013

Overcast skies that break into sun when the four o’clocks open.  A blue-mooned month. Night, and the streets are less crowded, but still lively, as the men laugh loudly, in a place they can call their own, and wed whom they want. Marriages on the beach; shark sightings, sail boats rides at sunset.  Treasures of summer, a season that included two recent fatalities.  One, a woman I had just met mid-summer at a reading, a librarian who loved books and writers.  Mist-filled mornings and night,with fog so thick it lashes onto the glass. Summer calls, hurry, hurry, I am here momentarily, so seize me quick.

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