Wednesday 3 April 2013

The Majestic Spirit

Aglow in the submersible lights...

A ghost slowly inches its way toward the camera.

The very picture of self-assured elegance, it progresses through the dark, snowy night with rhythmic undulations of its wing-like projections.

Between the suffocating pressure of an endless night and the ragged terrain of a broken ground, a majestic spirit ponders.

I don't know if this is an actual Pacific White Skate, but it is a skate in the depths of the Pacific Ocean. And it's very, very white.

The contrast is amazing - the darkness to the light, the rugged terrain to the smooth skin. It sticks out like a sore thumb. A silky smooth, lily-white, sore thumb.

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