Sunday, September 19, 2010

Seal Music part 2.



The sky was coloured like soft sealskin early this morning, and though I know I should be working away at 'I am Cat' I can't help but walk out to search again for seals. Across the water from Ramsey's beaches seal song drifts into hearing mingling with sea song and bird cry. This time walking from the lifeboat station at St Justinians along the cliffs above Ramsey Sound.

And today there are seals, and pups, porpoise and gannets, raven, jackdaws in skeins across the sea, bright chough with curved scarlet beaks, small flocks of bell voiced birds and parasol mushrooms in plenty. And this time I had my long lens and a charged battery on the camera.














She wore a sealskin coat that was dappled like the stones. Her flippers were like the rich dark ribbons of kelp, eyes dark pools of the soul as she stroked her child's head. So beautiful. When you sit for a while and watch you realise that it is hardly a surprise that everywhere there are seals there are also stories of seals.
 

8 comments:

  1. Beautiful photos . . . what a treasure.

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  2. Beautiful, today as yesterday... and the photo of the sleeping pup is so sweet - a white stone among gray.

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  3. Wow Jackie, you are so lucky to live where you do! Really lovely photos!

    I grew up in Scotland, and I enjoyed lots of stories about Selkies.
    Dan
    -x-

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  4. These photographs made me sigh with delight. I love seals and selkies - a joy to behold.

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  5. Jackie, I'm sorry to use your blog for this, but I've lost Glynn's address and want to send a birthday card for him ... could you repeat one more time for all of us who want to share greetings with him?

    Thanks,

    Ricka

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  6. What a beautiful coat the mother seal has -- I love the dappley pattern. Seals have such beautiful expressive eyes. Thanks for sharing the wonderful photos. --

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  7. Really fantastic pictures!
    And I love that last paragraph...

    'She wore a sealskin coat that was dappled like the stones. Her flippers were like the rich dark ribbons of kelp, eyes dark pools of the soul as she stroked her child's head...'

    That should be in one of your stories...
    Carrie... :)

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  8. so beautifully descriptive, I can almost hear the wind, crashing of the waves and bird calls.

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