In the calm sea, I went outside the first rock at Merwin Point, putting the sun behind me so that I could see what I was looking at. The clam boats are farther out today, a mile or two or three. It's hard to say, but my camera says that it is infinite, just one of the endless lies of photography. I hear a loon call, but cannot figure out which of the silhouetted birds made it. There is, at least one loon, and that is enough.
The brants outnumber the gulls today, something I have not seen. The migration must be on. No longer is it the winter gathering of 5 or 15 geese. Today, it is flocks of a hundred or more. The world goes on.
I pass Oyster River Point and continue a ways farther. There are a lot of jelly fish here. Most are orange with symmetrical patterns in the body and long tendrils. They vary from the size of a knuckle to the size of a hat. Every once in awhile, I spot a different type.
|one of the orange jelly fish|
They are an inch in diameter, spherical and with 8 white ribs on a clear body. Two antenna like tendrils stick out of the top. They look like tiny versions of the old communication satellites from the early 1960's. I try, but can't get a photograph of them.