by Susie Veglia
This month - how the magnificent white pelicans and a good friend can make our hearts soar.
photos by B.R. Hawkins
White Pelicans, and an intake of breath. Disbelieving, Lhasa Boy gets it. Quietly we steal our way out to the tip of the sandbar. The tide is out impossibly far, and the water so blue, transparent, still, holding the rhythm of their radiant whiteness in an endless sunset. In another world, there is no reason to take flight. They behold us through the endless distance without ever really looking. An abyss between us, they continue their restful bobbing in primordial isolation.
The moment ends, and we return to our walk. I lament the absence of our muse, but see her from a distance some time later – lens, Betty Ruth, and pelicans fused in one captured moment, not long before the great storm. Not long before we were all shattered for a long, long time, both communities scattered. Not long before this peaceful moment became even more precious and rare, after a wrathful sea reached into both worlds.
Lhasa Boy has long since passed, but Betty Ruth has returned, her gift the captured spirit of that day, unshattered.
White Pelicans in flight
video by Ellis Anderson