Some of those "lost photographs" were blurry ... but that can have a rather lovely effect occasionally ... this one exemplifies the sheer isolation of those seabirds ... and their precarious existence at the mercy of winds and tides ...... I like this one as well... for the same reasons ... ..but this one was the strangest ... or "mostly ghostly", if you like. I'm not even sure what they were ... they look to me like ghostly apparitions frozen in time. Maybe they were the species "described" in this "possibly 8th century" poem ... My clothes are silent when I walk on the earth, Or rest at home, or ride the waters. Sometimes my wings and this lofty air Lift me high above the houses of men, And the heavens carry me far and wide Over the world. My feathered wings Whistle loudly, singing a shrill And melodious song when, moving high, I pass like a soul overland and sea. ..and maybe not .... La Marea ... the tide ......
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