I open with a photograph of another shipboard dawn, taken from the deck of the Wanderbird.
This shot could have been taken almost anywhere. Dawn skies are transcendent, wherever you go. The rest of today's post will be an indulgence into seascapes of the sort that will never be seen up here in Maine.
On Flamenco beach in Culebra there is an old army tank, rusting peacefully on the shore. A strange sight in conjunction with the natural serenity surrounding it.
Pelicans are one of my favorite birds. They were doing a lot of fishing and flying at the tank end of the beach.
We launched our kayaks from the ship on a couple of occasions, to paddle over to shore for snorkeling. There was yet another world that I never see - that underwater landscape of garden grottos filled with twisting corals and brilliantly colored fishes of all shapes and sizes. Without an underwater camera, I couldn't capture that world on film. Memory will have to suffice.
I did get one nice shot of a poor unsuspecting sea turtle that was briefly lifted free of its watery home by my dear husband. Not a happy turtle, but he was quickly released.