And this is the longest in my blogging history since I've blogged. I'm reading instead. Glued to the news. Thinking about how things look like one thing and are really another or, even worse, that things are exactly as they appear and yet we are mired in inaction.
As still as this heron. How perfectly camouflaged, I thought. Nature is so brilliant. No fish will see that heron coming. Look closely. See it there against the wall to the left of the post on the boat dock? It moved its neck just a second before I went to get the binoculars to check it out more closely.
But it's not a heron at all. It's a piece of sun bleached algae or paper stuck to the wall. The "neck" moves because it's not completely adhered.
Remember this? Can you tell a satellite dish from a heron? How about shit from Shinola?
Here's a beached sea lion.
And this, in actuality, is a rather crowded beach.
And this? That piece of stone there in the middle?
Well, it could be my heart--because don't we have to harden our hearts to survive this mess? I suppose there's an argument for that. But for now, I'm just letting the news break my heart every single day. If we can't feel the trouble we're in, our brains will atrophy too.
One thing for sure, I know whale shit when I see it.