For the hour that we were out there, we were treated to the constant blows of humpback whales feeding in Carmel Bay, some six to ten, maybe more, of the behemoths. I couldn't actually hear them, but every time they surfaced—remaining close together and spouting in quick succession, one, two, three . . . four . . . five, six—I could hear the soughing whoosh of air and condensation in my mind. I also imagined an impish slap when I saw their flukes upswept and gleaming in the sunlight.
Here are a few photos from the place, taken other days. Quieter days, no doubt. It was a treat today to get to exercise my sense of hearing.
|"where water comes together with other water,"|
to quote Raymond Carver (Point Lobos in the background)
|View from uptop of the bluffs, looking north|
to Pebble Beach
|The Carmel River (just last week): a view to the east|