Magdalena Bay, La Libertad
We’re on a Photo Expedition these two weeks, with that our focus is clear
As we land on sandy beaches, laden with backpacks filled with cameras and gear
Doused in sunscreen that looks like geisha paint, the white sticking in minute facial crinkles
My dermatologist promises me this will stave off crow’s feet, and character filled little wrinkles
We arrive dressed in adjustment layers; of levels, curves and saturation
Oh wait! We also need jackets, hats and sunglasses, for our own tender skin protection
Subscribers to the Church of Raw, have been known to have excessive spare time,
They’ll never get away from their laptops, but their pictures will look Oh! So divine
The call came “Look! Bow riding Common Dolphins!” Leaping, surfing andsplashing below
The dominant cameras were Canon’s so we re-named starboard “Canon-ery Row.”
The bait balls boiled to the surface, you could hear the panicked fish swim
Hungry pelicans took notice of this scaled meal, took aim and dived beak first in
Four jaegers and one tern flew an air show; the odds seemed less than fair
Earn your name! We shouted to the hunters, as they pursued, careening through the air
Mangroves for the morning explorers, stilt legged birds imitating roots along shore
A green heron stood frozen as we admired it, doing its best to appear plant-like and bored
Sandy tracks along the tide line suggested an egret, had been here before we arrived
Perhaps it was a dancing reddish feeding, with success, one less fish would survive
“Orogeny in the Torrid Zone,” piqued our geological interest and more than some questioning attention
It was “G” rated for “Geology,” there was nothing too risqué there to mention
Macrocystis pyrifera bobbed ahead of us, in the swells of the briny blue sea,
We jumped up to take a look at it; someone said “it just looks like algae to me.”
Southbound to Cabo we’re now headed, towards the arches of Land’s End for first light
Appetizers and margaritas in hand, life on Sea Lion is feeling so right
Sitting half-baked on the deck I’ve attempted rhyming, the birds and beasts and the sights,
But thankfully the sun is now sinking, and with that I will bid you good-night.
We’re on a Photo Expedition these two weeks, with that our focus is clear
As we land on sandy beaches, laden with backpacks filled with cameras and gear
Doused in sunscreen that looks like geisha paint, the white sticking in minute facial crinkles
My dermatologist promises me this will stave off crow’s feet, and character filled little wrinkles
We arrive dressed in adjustment layers; of levels, curves and saturation
Oh wait! We also need jackets, hats and sunglasses, for our own tender skin protection
Subscribers to the Church of Raw, have been known to have excessive spare time,
They’ll never get away from their laptops, but their pictures will look Oh! So divine
The call came “Look! Bow riding Common Dolphins!” Leaping, surfing andsplashing below
The dominant cameras were Canon’s so we re-named starboard “Canon-ery Row.”
The bait balls boiled to the surface, you could hear the panicked fish swim
Hungry pelicans took notice of this scaled meal, took aim and dived beak first in
Four jaegers and one tern flew an air show; the odds seemed less than fair
Earn your name! We shouted to the hunters, as they pursued, careening through the air
Mangroves for the morning explorers, stilt legged birds imitating roots along shore
A green heron stood frozen as we admired it, doing its best to appear plant-like and bored
Sandy tracks along the tide line suggested an egret, had been here before we arrived
Perhaps it was a dancing reddish feeding, with success, one less fish would survive
“Orogeny in the Torrid Zone,” piqued our geological interest and more than some questioning attention
It was “G” rated for “Geology,” there was nothing too risqué there to mention
Macrocystis pyrifera bobbed ahead of us, in the swells of the briny blue sea,
We jumped up to take a look at it; someone said “it just looks like algae to me.”
Southbound to Cabo we’re now headed, towards the arches of Land’s End for first light
Appetizers and margaritas in hand, life on Sea Lion is feeling so right
Sitting half-baked on the deck I’ve attempted rhyming, the birds and beasts and the sights,
But thankfully the sun is now sinking, and with that I will bid you good-night.
