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Whales & Bubbles Tuesday, Jun. 13, 2006 - 12:06 a.m. It's time for me to get a new camera. I love this one, don't get me wrong. But I need one with a little faster reaction time. --- John and I were heading south on the Great Highway on our way to some retail therapy, and I looked over to the ocean. I saw a bunch of surfers, doing absolutely nothing as usual off of Ocean Beach, where there's a riptide that basically squelches most of the waves. And further out, I saw a couple of strange wave formations splashing up into the air. It took me a few moments to realize I was looking at whale flumes. I saw at least three different whales spouting and cavorting, and John, who couldn't take his eyes off the road, kept encouraging me to watch for as long as the ocean was in view. --- When we headed back up the coast after the retail therapy was completed, I thought maybe the whales couldn't have moved too far from where I'd last seen them. Whales take their sweet time when they surface; they'll breathe air and nibble on the fish that live in shallow water and sort of hang around for a fairly long time before they dive deeply again. So we pulled over, and I had my camera with me. Here are the two best shots. The first is of a nose. More of it was above the water, but my camera was slow. Then there's a nice one that also has the sunset, and a whale back, above that dark wave: I tried and tried to take pictures of the spouts, but they were too diaphanous and fleeting to see from so far away. The surfers had stopped surfing and were just floating and looking westward, enjoying the sight. This is the closest I have ever been to whales. --- Oh, and not that THIS is of any importance, after WHALES, for gosh sakes, but that awful accident I'd been dreading finally happened yesterday afternoon. I kept my green mouthwash and my dark blue bath gel in identical travel bottles in the bathroom. I leaned out of the shower and took a picture with my cell phone to show you what happened. Yes, there's been some changes made. My spit-bubbles are vastly improved. And my bridgework still tastes ocean fresh. --- That's it. Have a Tuesday. And watch what the fuck you're doing when you are in the shower. ---
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