Neoprene Dreams

Or, A Sense of Menace?  Doesn't that first shot seem like a certain type of paperback crime novel cover?

Or, really, the other shots, the accidental photographs . . . .

Clay-Gray Friday

Ill at home, waiting out the fever and fret.

Not A Pretty Sport II

Weeds and surface scum from taking photos neck deep (or deeper) into the tide-flow.  The sweater worked like a filter, and I was square in the current, so I caught quite a bit.  At one point I was distinctly festooned--not a word I use lightly--with sea grass and kelp.

My James Bond persona: 008.  

(I made and carried a business card in the fourth grade that identified me as British Secret Service Agent 008; I little thought how a business card did not quite fit the secret agent persona, and yet how "secret" was Bond, James Bond, about his identity?  My foolishness was cultural and of the day, I'd say.)

 

Identity Issues

That sharp sweeping black
fin and that shiny solid black
back moving through the water:
porpoise sighting from kayak-
back a mile-and-a-half-and-change
out in Half Moon Bay.

The porpoise wasn't surging
with that sinuous
up-and-down
mojo that I'm used
to viewing -- to feeling --
so I wondered if
I'd observed a faulty
identification.

Motions and emotions,
shall we say, mixed.

I'm a diver, you know,
neoprene-blubbered,
rubber-finned and masked,
and -- yet -- I didn't bother
to dip in, didn't slip free,
but kept to the yellow
deck of my kayak,
tasking myself with ill humor.
Swimming with any marine
mammal is awfully
awesome, but a shiny
black back cutting
through the salt
could be a great
white joke.

--MD




P.S.  My kayak-partner JP reports that there'd been a caution posted for kayakers (that we missed before heading out) that a 12-foot GWS had been sighted the last few days roaming the area just off Pillar Point Harbor, so that may not have been a porpoise, actually, after all.

Aqua-Duck

Aqua-Duck: Head --

Sculpture mix; shiny black and denim glazing.

Sub-Surface Sequence: Hawaii

(I'm borrowing part of my title from an excellect dive shop in Ft. Bragg, CA: Sub-Surface Progression.)

My Girl

Motley: 18 years and running.

"Phant, Ollie Phant"

Oliver Phantom, Pensive Agent of the Ministry of Memory:

sculpture mix; shiny black and floating blue glazing, layered.

He wears the blues on his back.

AKA "Ollie Phant".

Licensed to remember: of course, he never forgets.