Boca de Soledad, Canal de Soledad, Baja California Sur
Coloured images of a final day in silent Mexico:
A golden glow as the warming sun eases over an azure horizon.
The “Whooosh!” of a gray whale, a sound now familiar to us, as a proud mother surfaces, a burgeoning calf of slate holding tight to her side.
Lines of brown pelicans waving in flight, off in search of finned food.
A frigatebird at rest on the mangroves – long, angular, red-throated, and as magnificent as its name implies.
A gentle ride in black rubber boats; will mottled-gray whales choose to visit us?
A thin layer of white cloud, intermittent and pleasantly cool in this desert-tan land.
The rush of blue-gray tidal waters, warmed in an inland passage and moving inestimable grains of fawn sand, as they have for eons.
Silent vessels slipping into secret passages fringed by green mangroves - mangroves that eventually defeat themselves as they grow outward from their banks; new banks form of black soil, home for life-forms of many colours.
Kayaks of red, orange, yellow, green and blue; among mangroves of red, black and white; hiding herons of green, blue and white; feeding warblers of chestnut-yellow, and black and white; and nurturing winter shorebirds of ochre, pink, buff and brown.
We wave a flag of many colours to celebrate an adventure of a lifetime.
Coloured images of a final day in silent Mexico:
A golden glow as the warming sun eases over an azure horizon.
The “Whooosh!” of a gray whale, a sound now familiar to us, as a proud mother surfaces, a burgeoning calf of slate holding tight to her side.
Lines of brown pelicans waving in flight, off in search of finned food.
A frigatebird at rest on the mangroves – long, angular, red-throated, and as magnificent as its name implies.
A gentle ride in black rubber boats; will mottled-gray whales choose to visit us?
A thin layer of white cloud, intermittent and pleasantly cool in this desert-tan land.
The rush of blue-gray tidal waters, warmed in an inland passage and moving inestimable grains of fawn sand, as they have for eons.
Silent vessels slipping into secret passages fringed by green mangroves - mangroves that eventually defeat themselves as they grow outward from their banks; new banks form of black soil, home for life-forms of many colours.
Kayaks of red, orange, yellow, green and blue; among mangroves of red, black and white; hiding herons of green, blue and white; feeding warblers of chestnut-yellow, and black and white; and nurturing winter shorebirds of ochre, pink, buff and brown.
We wave a flag of many colours to celebrate an adventure of a lifetime.
