More blue

So much blue.

Except for that black.

My middlest was at a favourite cliff-jumping spot nearby when this guy and five or six of his friends passed by.  He said they were so much closer than the picture makes it look.  He could hear them.

And I could hear the excitement in his deep teenage voice.  Nice.

I would, however, like to point out that I, me, the beach girl, have lived here 26 years, have logged more hours sitting beside, hopping in, and staring at the water than can be imagined, and have yet to definitively see a whale out there.  I have the feeling I saw this group the other day from the beach when a set of waves out there didn’t seem to make sense, and the sun glinted off the back of something, but I can’t be sure. No fins.  No money shots.  Certainly no staring down at them as they swim past. Humph.Who can stay grumpy? They’re amazing.

(Photo credits to David Tan, who is no slouch in the beach department himself.)