6 degrees and a gusting southern wind. The first paddle of December had come later than hoped; after wind warnings blanketed the province with wind's in excess of 100km/hr. After fixing a piece of errant siding which had flew off during the night (not my work..a contractors) I ran to my parents to drop some stuff of for them. Of course bringing the kayak along to put out into Hopeall bay under the increasingly short afternoons of northern Winter.
There was still a gale warning in effect, but fairly mild between the points near Hopeall head. Low tide opened up many more places to climb about and explore.
Orange lichens decorating the highter areas where bird droppings had "lent" nitrogen for it to thrive upon. I wondered if it's bright colour acted like a "trap"to gather nitrogen required to grow. Signaling to birds in flight; a bright orange against a backdrop of grey shoreline. A good rest spot ,a vantage point, or to perch to eat. Another new cycle spotted on this beautiful world after 31 years upon it. There is never enough time to take it all in.
Blue sea floors showing the iceburg like features of these small shoals. A small top breaking the surface; yet extending down into the deep clear ocean. It was sitting here I did some self analizing by accident. All beginning with a routine thought. A bubble passing through the ramblings of a thousand stories and pictures that is my normal every minute coinciencencness. Reeled back for a further look.
Down below a little yellow kayak; above on these cliffs a human. Tracking the light, the angle, setting up and taking the shot. Using my developed skills to ensure I get the picture I came for. Hunting. My lance a 24mm nikon lens. I would later go home with the carcass of the days hunt; stored upon a 32GB memory card. The tools have changed as have the times; had the human? Why do I feel so "right" doing this? Whats with the feeling of accomplishment upon looking at my "hunt" when I get home? It's much deeper than a guy paddling and taking photo's. It's human instinct carrying over into 2013. The feeling of being natural and belonging in the situation. It would also explain the longing for the hunt between these mini sojourns.....
Some of us are more wild than we would like to admit.