Saturday, May 03, 2008
"And They Come"
Bergs with no names as they slither down the bay leaving only bergy depris, bits and pieces that have given way on route. As you see them you may feel compelled to identify them by name but they have none, at least none to those who watch. To Iceberg patrol they are identified by a number I am sure, such are many things that become plentiful and common. They are beautiful and a site to behold, like a drifting wonder of the world, constantly changing shape and color in the daily transitions from night to day and displaying all the light nuances in between. From Pouch Cove, Newfoundland.