#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
A return to island life. I have the luxury, this early morning, (after Charleston wakes me at dawn with his eagerness to walk), to wander without limits of a schedule or guests, or anyone needing or expecting me. On the beach we walk at low tide under clouds. The air is cool, not cold, and I think I probably won't take a dip when I reach Great Rock Bight on this sunless beach scape.
We encounter all the familiar sights and sounds - the rock sculptures crafted so mindfully by people we don't meet. And then, sadly, the dolphin, freshly beached, at Great Rock Bight - a majestic mammal, mysteriously deceased. No apparent signs of injury. The dogs, awed by its presence, don't approach.
I've seen many dolphins in Florida, but I didn't know there were dolphins here on this Atlantic coast. On Youtube, I find this 2016 video posted by boaters, probably very near from where I walk, of this school of dolphins swimming cheerfully about a year ago. I feel a little as though I'm watching this dolphin's prior life - the shape and sound and company and community of its life at sea.
It feels like a large loss has overtaken the peace and quiet of morning. We walk home, a little bit stunned and very sorry there is one less Atlantic white-sided dolphin in the sea.
Dolphin footage off Vineyard Sound, posted on Youtube 9/21/16 by Patrick Deane
Dolphin footage off Vineyard Sound, posted on Youtube 9/21/16 by Patrick Deane
All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2017 unless otherwise attributed